#Chapter 80 – Worth the Wait

“So, what was going on in there?” Jackson asks softly as we move through the quiet halls, glancing over his shoulder as we go. “Don’t you know?” I ask, frowning up at him. He just looks at me blankly, not answering. “Well, then why did you interrupt?” I ask, confused. Because it’s one thing if Jackson interrupted because he knew that Alvez was going to be a creep, but quite another if he interrupted for…well, why else would he have interrupted? “I don’t trust that guy,” Jackson sighs, the words slipping between clenched teeth. “Something’s…off about him.” He moves his eyes to me again, searching my face. “Was I wrong?” His words are tense. I sigh, shaking my head. “No, you weren’t wrong, Jackson,” I say, looking forward as we climb into an elevator and Jackson presses the brass button, closing he doors. “I was…very uncomfortable in there.” Jackson grunts in a self-satisfied way, pleased – I think – to have his instincts confirmed. “I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he says,