39 - Meeting at eight
My body twitched in response to hearing that information. My feet just instinctively moved towards the door. I wanted to go and see her. But Isaac’s hand on my shoulder made me stop. He wasn’t going to let me go. But it didn’t look like he was planning on moving, either. We were going to stay in this room a bit longer. At least until all of his questions were answered. “Basil, wait out. Make sure nobody comes inside. We still have some stuff to discuss.” Isaac was completely ignoring me and was talking to that guy behind me. “But I don’t think we have anything…” “We do.” Isaac’s grip became stronger and my shoulder, which had just finished hurting from his previous attempt at squishing it into pieces, was getting another dose of that. I sighed, staying in the spot. The door closed after
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