Eleven Lifted his chin up disapprovingly, but let out a long sigh. "Very well. You deal with him." Eleven pulled a syringe from his pocket and handed it to Max. "He is your responsibility. You will suffer ultimate consequences should you disappoint me."
Genive felt like some one was following her so snapped around and sent Vines to the follower. Her golden hazel eyes narrowed slightly as the vines tightened around his hands and feet. "Why are you following me?"" She asked him in a try to be stern voice, but it held a quiver of crying in it.
















