Desdemona's POV.
"The Eleven?" He gasped out as he stared at me.
"Yeah, The Eleven!" I strongly affirmed as I was now hellbent to getting my feet there no matter what.
"Why there? How did you even know about it?" He questioned as he furrowed his eyebrows.
He looked right into my eyes like he was searching for the answers to the two questions he just asked me.
I chuckled light-heartedly as I looked right into his eyes. "Why wouldn't I know? I lived here in New Kingston once even if not all my life and even if our pack house wasn't originally here when my father was still alive." I quickly covered up immediately as I forced out a broad smile.
"Oh, yeah! Pardon me. You know, it's just that you haven't been here for a long time now and I never thought you would still remember The El
