Chapter 45

LUNETH I know I was the one who suggested we continue our honeymoon as if nothing happened, but I can't help but look over my shoulder as we walk together. I can tell that we are being followed and not by the bodyguards—more like someone sent by Maljore. Maybe it's my mind playing pranks on me, but I can feel it; it's too deep to ignore. "We are being followed," I remark to Drexon, and he nods. "Of course we have bodyguards on our tail," he says, and I nod. "I know that but.." i do not want to alarm him in case i waswong, he had changed all of the bodyguards and no matter what i had tried to say in their defence, all of it fell on deaf ears; he was not interested in listening to me. "they had failed at their jobs and people who failed should not have jobs" he said like a robot. I do not want to be the reason someone else loses their job again, because if the security guards can't feel anything, then maybe it's nothing. "But what?" "I think I am just being paranoid," I say, and he stops