𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"The fuck did you do to Isadora at the sanctuary?" Is the first sentence that flooded through my mouth as I stepped into the briefing room. Eye locked on Celina's surprised but interested expression.
I catch sight of Nora's visibly tired expression as she mumbles under her breath, sipping on whatever is in her whitewashed mug.
"Good morning to you too," Celina remarks, plopping her feet onto the table and sitting back into her chair. I narrow my eyes. "Fuck you."
"What the hell is wrong now?" Kimberly barks, walking into view. Eyes narrowed and expression as sharp and irritated as ever. She crosses her arms, straightens her back; Looking as intimidating as baby penguin.
"Nothing for you to worry about, I'm just curious is all." I tell her calmly, refraining from saying "It's none of your business." and speaking my mind.
"He's mad at me because of Isadora—I think, I didn't catch much apart from the word ''fuck'', " I glare at her, scrunching my nose in annoyance. I shrug. "It's my favorite word."
"I can tell."
Kimberly sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose. "Rowan, go take a seat beside her." She orders, going against my better judgement I oblige. "You two hardly ever fight, so humor me." She then says, walking towards us.
Nora soon joins her side: I notice the darkness rimming her eyes, heaviness in her golden onyx iris's, and then her unusual messy appearance. She looked horrible. Worn out, exhausted, and overall done with our bullshit. I wanted to feel bad.
"Rowan, speak." Kimberly demanded, sighing.
I leaned back in my chair, folded my arms across my chest. Then I glared at Celina, feeling the surge of confusion and anger flare in my chest. Burning my tongue with questions. "Explain your relationship with Isadora back at the base."
I noticed the way Celina's mischievous expression faltered for less than a second, and then the way she straightened in her seat. "Why?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes on me.
"She likes basically everyone. Except for you, and your two bulldogs," I force the calm tone in my voice. "You did something, and she won't tell me." I snapped at her, letting my control slip for an ounce of a second.
Celina smirked like the little devil she was. Rolled her tongue in her cheek. "Why won't she tell you? What are you two anyway?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. "That's none of your business."
"I'm your sister."
"Exactly, not my fucking keeper."
Isadora didn't mutter a word apart from the fact her and Celina had a past back at the sanctuary. Not a positive one obviously. The subject made her uncomfortable and weary with me.
