“Luis, opinions on Isobel? You know her right?” I entered my room and made my way to the closet to free him.
“You poor thing, I kept you here for a really long time.” I sighed and hugged him, but he seemed completely unfazed.
“Did you tell Christian?” He asked with hopeful eyes, but I shook my head. “No, I didn’t—the fewer people who know, the better.”
“But we can trust Christian, he would never hurt me.” Luis pulled my shirt. I felt bad that he was living in his own fantasy, and I did not want to wake him. He was right, Christian wouldn’t hurt him—but he would most likely send him back, which was no different from hurting him.
“Luis, how is your bond with Isobel?” I asked him once again. “Aunt Isobel is nice to me, I trust her.” He surprisingly told me. Won’t you look at that? There was another person who liked her.
