George

“What? Dexter’s missing?” I screamed, my words loud, as the repercussion of drinking too much stunk—my head drumming.

I put on my clothes as I followed behind Darius.

“Where’s Irikah?” I asked, trying to adjust my words.

“She’s in the hall, waiting for you,” he added, his pacing increasing.

Shortly after, we arrived in the hall, and surprisingly, she wasn’t wearing a mask—and oh my, my breath skipped for a bit after seeing her.

We got seated as she began talking. ...