Eleonore’s POV
By pure coincidence, we managed to find not only Rhett walking along the halls of the upper level, but also Michael in his company.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ I signed angrily to him. Michael held his hands up to me as he apologized, and then answered.
“I know, I know I’m sorry. We have to talk–”
‘Yeah we need to talk, ‘ I signed, ‘there’s something seriously messed up going on here, Michael, and I don’t like not knowing anything that’s going on here. We came here because you promised there were answers here.’
“I know,” he sighed before he pulled us away and back down the hallway we had come, halfway through we turned, and Michael ushered all of us into the room we had been given before he shut the door behind himself. “Look,” he clasped his hands together as he turned to the three of us.