Page 169 of Pierce Me

I stand up on shaky legs and sway a bit, because I’ve been crouched on the floor for too long. But the time for curling in a fetal position is over. Now it is time to fight. Or at least to try to.

First things first: There is a call I need to make.

Isaiah’s phone

*outgoing call to New Contact*

*call went to voicemail*

*outgoing call to New Contact*

*call went to voicemail*

*outgoing call to New Contact*

*call went to voicemail*

*outgoing call to New Contact*

Voice: Hello?

Isaiah: Help.

Voice: Sorry, wrong number.

Isaiah: No, wait, no! For God’s sake, don’t hang up.

Voice: Who the hell is this? You’ve been calling me non-stop for the past five minutes.

Isaiah: Ok so, yeah, hey hi, are you–are you Eden’s sister? I’m sorry, I got my assistant to find your number. It’s inappropriate, I know, but it’s an emergency. This is...

Voice: I know who you are, your highness. And what you’ve done. The question is, do you?

Isaiah: I didn’t know. I didn’t know about her. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.

Voice: You what?

Isaiah: I somehow… Look, it’s a long story and I don’t want to waste your time, but I’m not lying. I had no idea it was her. I knew about the story of ‘Edie, the lost girl’, but I didn’t put two and two together until… Well, right now.

Voice: How could you have no idea–Hey, Fee! Get over here. It’s ‘him’ on the phone.

Secondvoice: Him who?

Firstvoice: You know,himmmmm.

Isaiah: Erm, hello?

Firstvoice: Don’t you watch the news?

Isaiah: No.

First voice: No? Who doesn’t watch the news?

Isaiah: Me. I don’t.

Secondvoice: Well, don’t you scroll the internet or something? Live on this planet?

Isaiah: No.

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