Chapter 138

Alessio

I stepped into the room, letting the door slam shut behind me. Isaac, who sat on the bed, his back turned against me, turned instantly and our eyes met. His were full of regret, but mine were empty.

He looked different, better indeed.

His face was still bruised, his neck where the scissors had been, bandaged—but overall he looked good.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and leaned back against the door, watching him in silence. Would he be the one to speak up, act like we were just two old friends catching up—or perhaps offer an apology—or was he really smart enough this time to know he had to keep his mouth shut?

Minutes stretched out, and neither of us broke the silence until he finally spoke.

"I know you still have a lot of questions," Isaac began. “And if you want to know more, I can explain—“

I grunted. “There’s nothing more for you to explain, and I don’t have anything else to say to you,” I spoke coldly. "I’m here to give you instructions, and that’s it."

Isaac nodded,