Issahil

PRESENT

“Issa… Issa? Issa!”

I blinked, returning to the present, and then turned to Hudson who had been literally screaming my name. He had a concerned expression on his face.

Noticing the attention he had garnered from the other people in the library by speaking loudly, he turned to them, muttering, “I am sorry. I am so sorry. “

And then he turned to me, the concern still playing on his face. “I have been calling you for minutes... Are you okay?”

I sighed softly, and then gave him a light nod. “You mentioned something about the guardians, who are they?” I probed. It was my first time hearing...