"Okay lad, let's come down," Dylan begged with his heart threatening to break out of his ribcage.
I knew that he was trembling from the inside but the calm look on his face and actions said another thing.
"So how have you been able to tolerate his shit for all this time?"
"The truth is complicated. We must have each other for us to survive, so we just tolerate him and turn a blind eye." President Beaumont explained as he took a seat on the nearest couch to him.
"How did you do it?" A feminine voice reached me from a few feet away.
Looking sideways, I noticed Simone having a blank expression which made it hard to read her mind. She was composed and calm at the same time but the determination in her eyes said that even if I had a weapon, she would be able to take me down in a single move.
