Chapter 9: Traitor (1)
It’s been over half an hour since Sonia’s return.
Desmond and Sonia were having a late-evening tea with a few biscuits. Shae was sitting close to them, noting down something from dozens of books around her on a torn piece of parchment.
Simon was having tea too, but he was far in a corner, lost in his thoughts.
Others had soon found out that Simon wasn’t much for a talk, and the way he looked at you with that one eye of his, it almost as if he was saying he knows what mischief you are up to.
"I am worried about the kid," Desmond admitted to Sonia, taking a light sip. "I can’t wait anymore."
Desmond put the cup down abruptly. And he would have stood up if not for Sonia’s hand on his. It was a light tap, but it could have been more than that.
Desmond looked troubled, but ultimately gave up and slumped back in the chair, letting out a sigh.
"2 minutes, and no more," he said. "If they won’t show up, we both are going in."
Right then, the trapdoor opened and Arlen and Kai climbed up one after another.
Desmond and Sonia shared a meaningful glance.
Arlen was quick to deliver the good news to everyone the moment they had come back.