When we were finally out of the crowds, Lucretius slowed his pace. "I told you to only look at me," he said, his eyes on the front.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, puzzled by his words.
But he didn't reply to me and just focused his attention as we were on our way to his private quarters. He hastened his pace, making my eyes widen as I tried to match it while still wondering what he said.
We were already halfway to the entrance of the establishment when words echoed through my mind.
'Look at me. Only me.'
Chills ran down my spine as my eyes locked onto Lucretius' back, watching him continue inside without turning to look at me. I even slowed my pace as the words he had written in the note before rang in my head again.
'Look at me. Only me.'
Was that... what he meant?
Was it because he caught
