10. Chapter Ten- The Book?- Blaise
I turned a few pages in the book and looked up at Lizzie. "I can't read anything. It's...it's torn and scraped and ripped and covered in ash. It must've been burned." I looked up at her. "Who gave you this book?"
Her eyes were wide. "M-My father," she stammered.
I turned a few more pages. Some were missing. There were only a few words that I could read. It looked like it was a diary of some sort. "This your diary?"
She shook her head slowly.
I turned to the front of the book. This was old. Too old.
My heart fell. My throat went dry. I looked up at her. "H-How did your father get this?"
Lizzie looked at me. "What's wrong?"
"How?!" I demanded.
She shrugged. "What's wrong?"
I just shook my head. "I-I can't tell you."
"You mean you don't know?"
"No, I mean that I can't tell you."
"What does that mean?"
I shook my head again. "I can't tell you that. But never let the Few see you again. Never let anyone see you again."
"You can get killed. They'll kill anyone, but especially you. It's as simple as that." I looked back down at the book. I picked it up, turning it around in my hand.
"What's wrong with it?"
I shook my head. "I can't tell you that."
I don't know. That's why.