Chapter Seven
In silence, Blair and Xan continue their way to the facility; only an hour to go, Blair praised the gods above. Upon the discovery of Xan’s age, over a hundred years old, the woman remains still with her words, her nerves crawling up on her skin.
The crinkling sound of the chip bag reached Blair’s ears. She moved her eyes to witness Xan offering her a few pieces. “You want some?” Words were finally spoken. Blair didn’t respond verbally, she just shook her head. “Suit yourself,” Xan said almost in a childlike manner and pulled the bag back and continued to eat the chips. Blair was curious.