Chapter 70. Shots Fired

Zeath’s shock at seeing me in the warehouse doesn’t show on his face, but I know he’s surprised.

Yet, I ask, “what are you doing here, Zeath?”

“I should be asking you the same,” Zeath mumbles, “weren’t you supposed to be with Chelsea?”

“Perfect,” the voice suddenly utters, “now that the party is complete, shall we eat?”

“Enough with the games,” Zeath says before reaching for me. He grabs my wrist. “You are leaving here Mellow. Come on.”

“No. I came here on my own accord, Zeath…” I try to wiggle out of his grip but it doesn’t work. “Let go of…”

“Each bite of food you take will determine the level of truth you’ll get. If you don’t eat now you’ll get nothing but lies… and ‘useless papers’,” the voice warns, causing Zeath to pause for a while, which gives me the chance to forcefully tears his hold on me.

As I sit at the table—at my previous spot—Zeath just stands at the door, watching me.

I ignore him while seizing a burger from t