Since the man doesn’t answer any of my questions I stopped asking them.
ˋWhat do we do now?ˋ Vicky asks.
ˋWhy does he keep looking at you so angry?ˋ Emma whispers in my ear. ‘It’s making me… I don’t know, but I don’t like it.’
‘Maybe we should get Tristan?’ I ask.
Vicky starts laughing. ‘Oh yes why don’t we get the prince who will definitely not kill this man who tried to kill you and who will definitely help to clean the not-blood from not killing him.’
‘Well I don’t think he tried to kill me.’ I pout
‘Why not?’ Emma butts in.
‘Well he didn’t pull a weapon on me once the entire time.’ I state with a raised eyebrow. What was he trying to do then? All these questions and thinking are giving me a headache. I decide to make it stop and get on my feet. Vicky and Emma are looking at me
