I backed away from my window, trying to process what I just saw. I heard the front door open, Dylan's back from his little meeting.
Before I can stop him, he is through my door and standing in front of me.
I turned so my back was to him. I couldn't look at him. He's a hypocrite.
And the girl. They're planning to take her somewhere? I have to find out who. I have to save her.
"Emba?"
I didn't react.
"What did you see?"
Nothing.
"Emba, I'm sorry.."
I took a deep breath.
"Why didn't you tell me? We're supposed to be best friend Dyl."
"You weren't ready."
I could feel the anger brewing in my gut.
"Why do both of you keep saying I'm not ready? What am I not ready for? I meet people all the time, why am I 'not ready' to meet this one person!?"
"Because he's not like other people! Neither am I. Neither are you princess."
I pause and look up at him. Searching his face for some clue of what he meant by that. After a long pause, I ask him.
"I can't tell you."
"Why Dylan? We are meant to be best friends. I don't keep things from you. Don't start keeping secrets from me."
"I can't tell you yet.. It's.. not just my secret to tell"
"When can you tell me?"
"3 days time."
3 days. The same day he leaves with Ash and the girl.
He must have seen the look on my face because he asked what was wrong.
"Nothing.. I just... Nothing.."
He looked at me with a pained expression.
"Please Emba, just wait 3 days."
I nodded and watched him leave.