pg 85 - Extracting informationMature

I turn my head, lightly moving it out of his grasp as I walk towards the truck with him right on my tail. "Aidan, I don't want to talk about it. You were just right is all." I climb into the truck, the door slamming shut as he climbs in next to me.

He sits there, remaining silent and not moving an inch for a few moments. Nothing else can be heard except both of us breathing while I look out the window and try to avoid eye contact.

"Come on Aidan, we have training soon. We need to get going--"

He cuts me off, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. "We're not going anywhere until you promise to start talking. Elena, you're not helping anyone by keeping things to yourself. The Clepsydra are stronger as a's easy to rip a single page in half, but bind many together into a thick book and there's no ways a single person can break it. The truck doesn't start moving unless your mouth does."

I huff out a large breath, releasing it slowly as I straighten myself and lean back against the seats head rest.

"Fine. I found the adoption certificate okay? You were right, my parents aren't my real parents. Its sucks ass that they didn't feel they could tell me and it sucks ass even more that I had to find out after rifling through some old documents in my storage cupboard after maybe being stalked at a book shop. Are you happy with that explanation or are we going to have to build a fire, hold hands and sing Kumbayah?"

I regret my sarcastic and hurtful tone as soon as it leaves my mouth, but the boy sitting next to me seems indifferent to it. He smiles, more of a cheery grimace than anything else but starts the engine and pulls out of my driveway nonetheless.

"There. That wasn't so hard now was it? I swear; Bonnie and Clyde have an easier time getting money out of a bank compared to extracting information out of you."

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