#guyyyyyyys

Where were you? Where were you? Please don't go Please don't go

Stay right here Stay right here Don't ever leave Don't ever leave

It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you It's you

What the hell are you? The hell are you? Now please don't go Now please don't go

Knarlie nation, are we feeling ready?

sneak peek;

“Okay, hold on,” Charlie said, leaning forward, finger jabbing at the cramped script. “This says… this says…”

Knox leaned in as well, gaze narrowing. “This says that – after the seven seals are broken, the profane will rise,” he read, following Charlie’s translated text on the margin. “And when he bleeds at the gates of Hell, the trumpet of the Apocalypse will sound.”

Charlie’s head whipped around. “Wait. Back up. The profane? Are you actually talking about the Antichrist, Carstairs?”

“I’m not talking about anything,” Knox replied evenly. “The text is.”

Charlie gaped at him. “Okay, but – this word,” he said, pointing at what Knox had just read. Charlie hadn’t translated it himself. “This words is not the same as this,” he said, pointing at the word he’d marked as profane.

“No,” Knox admitted. “But it translates to unique individual. So..”

“Yeah, okay – but it can also mean insignificant,” Charlie said, underlying the words in his notebook.

Their eyes met. The word stretched heavy between them.