Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Caught again...apparently red handed!
It is a well known fact that the guilty are afraid. Yes, I was afraid but what on earth was I guilty for? If I just gave myself time to get out of my paranoia filled head, I would cease to be afraid even.
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I could tell that my words were piercing through a lot of his emotions. A quick dart of his gaze to the side added more to prove that I had gotten him thinking, but the look faded away way sooner than I could enjoy it and put it under more analysis.
For once he was very readable for more than two seconds and I had still failed to get a conclusion out of my observation.
I was holding him by the wrist, refusing to let go when he began trying to juggle himself from my grip, no words, no sound
