Holden crouched down before Caleb, grinning from ear to ear.
“It seems you have gotten yourself in quite the predicament,” Holden said.
Caleb clenched his jaw but held his growl deep inside. He tried once more to right himself, but it was no use.
“Oh, careful, you’ll hurt yourself even more if you keep trying to force it,” Holden smiled.
Holden stood up. He moved behind Caleb and cleared away the chairs that blocked Caleb from flipping his chair on his own.
“We met once before, you know,” Holden spoke as he picked up the chairs. “At the Blood Moon.”
“If you’re going to help me, then do it,” Caleb growled.
He pushed back against the floor once again. Without the chairs in his way, he could push his chair further up. Though it still fell back, slamming his shoulder into the ground.
“Oh no, you must be more careful,” Holden said, feigning concern.
