Chapter 7 - HE KNOWS NOTHING (1/2)

Sometimes, when I say, 'I am okay.' I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you are not.'

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”It's very him,” Gael grumbled. ”Knox is taking care of the problem with the traitors, I don't think he will be available for the time being.” He sipped his coffee. ”He will kill me if I bother him with questions about this girl.”

Anne then tilted her head and looked at the girl. She was sure that the odd dress that she was wearing now was Chaos' sweater, yet the question was; why did he care so much about this girl?

She was a shifter and Chaos wasn't fond of creatures from that kind. Not like he was fond of the other creatures, but it simply didn't feel like him.

There was something wrong with this.

At that time, Blue raised her empty bowl and looked at Anne expectantly. ”Can I have another bowl, please?” she asked in her cheerful voice. ”This is delicious.”

Smiling, Anne took the empty bowl from Blue's hands and gave her another portion of spaghetti.

”You have a big appetite for someone so small like you. It will not be easy to feed you,” Gael spoke disdainfully and received a glare from the girl.

”Stop being a jerk to a small child,” Anne said, hitting the back of Gael's head again.

”Why am I being hit by you again? You have been hitting me since I was a child, stop it already, it will become a habit,” Gael grumbled.

”It's already a habit.”

Meanwhile, Blue didn't care about the bickering between the old lady and the annoying uncle, and just enjoyed her food.

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”He is inside, Boss,” Sebastian informed him, as he approached Knox.

Meanwhile, Knox just nodded his head slightly to signal the two men to open the door, behind which they held the traitor inside a room.

Inside that medium sized cubicle, there was a man, who was tied to a straight backed wooden chair.

This room was two levels below the house and soundproofed, so no matter how loud this man screamed in agony, no one would hear his voice, especially when the closest neighbor was miles away from this secluded place.

One of the reasons why Knox had chosen this specific building for the base of his secret organization was because he always liked quiet places like this.

Knox prowled over to the man, who was slumped in his chair. Blood dripped from his temples and nose, splattered on the front of his tattered white shirt. It showed how much torture he had to endure before he would get more from Knox.

”Untie him,” Knox said in a hoarse voice. He stood right in front of that bruised and battered man, expressionlessly.

Meanwhile, Sebastian walked over and loosened the restraints on his arms and body, causing him to almost fall over.

If it was not for Sebastian's good reflexes, he would have fallen face first to the dirty ground. Without much of the effort, Sebastian propped him back up on the chair.

The man's eyes flickered open, he glanced up and immediately the remaining blood on his face drained, leaving him deathly pale. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to deny the presence of the man before his eyes, yet fear was something that he was not able to hide.

”How is it here?” Knox asked Sebastian, his second in command.