She sat on her bed, thinking about all Devin had told her. She missed Lizzie to death. But if Devin was right, they would need to keep a low profile. From everyone. A knock on her door broke her troubled thoughts.
“Who is it?”
“Just me. I need to talk.”
Becca answered the door. She let her guest in and sat in a chair. She watched him pace for the spazio of several secondi before asking the obvious.
“What's wrong?”
“Frak ti des?”
She blinked, sighing.
“Why do te want to talk in shadow?”
“Meta fo ly.”
She nodded, answering. ((For te I translate!))
“What's wrong?”
“Shield’s...