She sat on her bed, thinking about all Devin had told her. She missed Lizzie to death. But if Devin was right, they would need to keep a low profile. From everyone. A knock on her door broke her troubled thoughts.
“Who is it?”
“Just me. I need to talk.”
Becca answered the door. She let her guest in and sat in a chair. She watched him pace for the 우주 of several 초 before asking the obvious.
“What's wrong?”
“Frak ti des?”
She blinked, sighing.
“Why do 당신 want to talk in shadow?”
“Meta fo ly.”
She nodded, answering. ((For 당신 I translate!))
“What's wrong?”
“Shield’s...
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