Nathanael I glare at her, but she makes her eyes jump back and forth between the chairs, making me comply with a groan. Her hands are wrapped around the plastic cup, the ice cubes clinking against each other because of the nervous shaking of her leg. Tilting my head, I try to be patient for a few seconds before I huff out, “So?” “As soon as I found out what he could be, I even went to check through old archives, to be sure I wasn't hallucinating,” she whispers, her eyes directed at her hands, making her statement look like a confession. “I went as far as I could by asking a few people that I know had certain encounters before.” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “
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