Chapter 42: The Next Successor

Sarah

“How long are we going to be in hiding?” I ask, sitting at the edge of the bed in the tiny rented room as Shawn stands all day at the window, looking out for God knows who.

“Not for long. I just need to be sure....”

“Sure about what? I'm getting sick of all these crap—”

“Keep your voice down,” Shawn hurries back to me, using his palm as a bridle against my lips. “I'm doing my best to help us stay out of trouble here.”

He forces me to sit on the bed, still preventing me from speaking.

“Don't ruin my efforts.” And with a threatening long stare, he lets me go, heading back to the window. I get up immediately,

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Do I also need your permission to use the rest room?” I snap back rolling my eyes as I enter the bathroom. I wash my face in the running tap, trying to stay awake–Shawn's instruction wouldn't spare me a minute nap.

There after, I reach for a band in my pocket. As I pull out a black band, a note drops on the wet floor.

I quickly pick it up be