ANNATORIA
“I hope I’m not about to be butchered for coming to the hospital.” His soft voice filled the staircase area.
“You think I butcher people?” I questioned after checking the hallway to confirm that nobody else from the office was in that area, keeping an eye on me.
Call me weird, I don't care.
Many times in the past, those I worked with during my missions were often used as tools to stall me. W.O.O.T. has enemies here and there, so I also have enemies.
“If it were legal to carry a sword to kill people you hate, I think you'd do it.”
“Wow.” I faced him, my voice dry. “You have me figured out.” I then rested my back against the wall and asked, “Did Mr. Thorne send you?”
“Why would he?” His eyes also queried, seemingly searching for a little bit of juicy gist.
“Right.” My
