Page 89 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“Yes. Fear!” I tell her.
“I told you to go with the American translation. How do you expect non-Korean-speaking people to understand your moniker?”
“Jack!” I growl in his ear.
“Care to enlighten me, Mr. Lewis?”
Jack wraps his hands around my arm and puts it down easily, since I never really put strength behind the move, and sighs.
“Seojun here is looking for his family. We thought you might know where they are.”
I gasp. “Jack!”
“So you’re working with him,” April says.
“No, he’s not. He’s my prisoner!”
Does he want to be in trouble with his boss? What is wrong with him?
“Mr. Lewis, are you his prisoner?”
Jack lifts his shoulders and rocks his head from side to side.
“Only sorta.”
“Meaning?” April asks.
“Meaning Seojun here did use his pen to bind us together, but the effect wore off earlier tonight.”
I punch his arm.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
Jack turns to me and smiles.
“Telling the truth.”
“Why?”
“So let me get this straight, Mr. Lewis. You’re now willingly working with a…purported supervillain?”
“I can explain.”
“Please do. I’m all ears.”
Jack glances at me and nods at the door. Is-is he serious?
“You want me to step outside? Seriously?”
His smile turns kinder and his eyes sweeter, and even though I pout, I do as he asks. I walk out of the room and into the janitorial-looking elevator, pressing my ear to the door.
Only the elevator rumbles, and I find myself back on the ground floor, Betsy staring at me as if I’m the newest weirdo to have stepped through her pizza place. Which, I guess, I am. Although, in my defense, her restaurant is a cover for a secret organization, so I don’t know if she’s one to talk.
“Another Hawaiian?” she asks when I step out.
I collapse into a chair at one of three tables and grimace.
“Make it two. And a Dr Pepper.”
