“Why are you wearing a men clothes—”
“I was with someone,” I cut him off when I entered our hideout. My allies are complete, and I can feel their gazes at me—examining my body, yet I ignore it. They might be asking themselves right now—thinking who it might be—and I will answer them immediately. For now, I need to change my clothes and arrange an emergency meeting for them so I can discuss the conversation we had in his room.
I’m still baffled at what I discovered yesterday. It wasn’t him who killed my parents. So, the question is, who killed them? As I kept on mentioning to him, his name was written in the freaking document, yet he was telling me that he didn’t kill my parents.
“Where are you going? We still need to talk, Destin,” Lycidas exclaimed as his voice echoed in the hideout.
