(Isabella)
“Isabella?” It took me a moment to realize that Jackson was talking to me.
“Hm?” I tore my gaze from Rodney struggling on the ground.
“What do you want to do?” He asked me again, his voice softer.
“Oh, I figured this was more of a group decision type thing or your decision,” I said.
He shook his head, “This is a democracy,”
Lucas snorted, “You are basically our king, when has this ever been a democracy?” Jackson’s eyes slid to him and he frowned but didn’t disagree.
“This affects Isabella the most, I know that you and Sam are also involved, but it's different,” He explained and I nodded.
“Anything you want to ask him?” Lucas squeezed my shoulder.
I took a step back handing Lucas the objects my dad had given me and stood over Rodney. Looking down on him he didn’t seem
