NIRELLE
The first movie is cut short by an urgent call. I look at him as he stands up and walks to the far corner of the room to take the call. I try to act as if sitting alone was not crippling me with fear. He comes back a bit later with a sorry expression on his face.
"You can keep watching it; I have to leave for something important," he says, sounding vague, but he does not owe me an explanation on what he does with his time, so I nod, trying to understand. "You can stay here and watch the movie still," he adds, and I shake my head, stumbling to my feet almost immediately.
I know I was acting weird, but there was no way I was going to stay down here alone. Who knows what could happen if I did? I was not willing to take the risk at all. "We can pick up another tome," I say.
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