Robyn prickled up.
What was he playing at? Ryder wanted to trust this stranger?
Though Charles Sanders seemed like an alright man, but he wasn't telling them everything, and he had questionable intentions. Though Robyn himself was intriuged by the idea of what he was asking them to do, or more of, what Charles was willing to pay him for it, he was not ready to trust Charles. He thought of it as a buisness venture. he would get his money and never see this secretive man again. He didn't need to trust him, and therefore he didn't want to trust him.
But Ryder seemed unshaken. Maybe. A thought wormed into his head. Maybe they know eachother... It was possible. But not likely, and that wouldn't warrent such cold behavior on Ryder's part.
But the cold silence coming from Ryder, the lack of denial, was enough confirmation.
Charles lips tugged into a smile. "I'll expect to hear your response by the end of the week." And with that he picked up his hat and started towards the door.
"How will we tell you our desision?" Robyn asked.
Ryder was still, quietly staring. Like when Dad left.
But charles simply turned, a sly smile plastered on his face, "You know the old house at the corner of stanyard?"
Robyn nodded.
"If you're coming, come meet us there at ten next Sunday."
"And if we decide aganist it?"
Charles's eyes were slightly crazed as he answered, "Than stay here." And with that, he was gone.
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The Marble Tower
RandomShe had been locked in her little tower for eleven years. Confound to bed because of the mysterious disease that plagues her every breath. Though she doesn't remember much about her life beforehand she does remember one thing: the death of her mot...
