Ariel staggered back to her room; her limbs had suddenly lost the ability to perform their functions, and she was holding the walls for support. After all she had just heard, she needed a breather.
She managed to get to her room, and she was beelining straight to her bed, slowly lowering herself on it. She lay on her bed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, but she wasn’t even seeing anything.
All she was doing was replaying everything that had happened a few moments ago, trying to determine if he was really telling the truth or if her mind was just playing tricks on her.
But she knew Kane; the man hardly jokes, especially on a serious matter like this. It had to be the truth.
She needed to tell someone, just in case something bad happened to her, so they could trace her or, if the worst
