"Of course. As a member of the student council, I will take care of this for you," he said. A look of relief swept across Madam Pritchard's face as she nodded and processed the books. Sky waited. Why she did though was a mystery.
Finished, Madam Pritchard slid the books across the smooth wood of the counter and whispered, "get her out of here." Then, she said, "oh, look at that. My communicator is going off. If you will excuse me, I have to take this." She walked off. The male grabbed the books and gestured for Sky to follow him. She did, reluctantly.
"Where are we going?" Sky asked in a small voice as she fisted her trembling hands.
"Somewhere private," the male replied coolly. Sky paled, and her eyes widened. She swallowed hard as she lowered her gaze to the floor and followed him with shuffling steps.
