Elizabeth
“Ow! Ow! You’re hurting me!” Book tried to squirm from my grip.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me the truth! Do you have it or not?!” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t even holding on that tight!
“I have it, okay.” He sighed.
“Then why haven’t you said anything?” I kept my grip around his bindings.
“Because he loves torturing us. He is supposed to be helping, aren’t you?” Mom sighed deeply.
“But that’s what I’m doing. I’m telling you that I know. Isn’t that enough?” Book spat little pieces of paper in frustration and I let him go. He shook his pages as if they had been moved out of position.
“Telling me you know isn’t enough Book! You need to tell the council how.” I grabbed hold of him again, so he couldn’t get away and marched out of the seeker's house, not sure where
