That stopped her train of thought. “He was there too?” That uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach moved up to her chest. Being followed by Treyan was one thing—there seemed to be true purpose in his attempts. And he hadn’t tried to assault her, mentally or physically, in any way close to the way Reylor had. Nor had he broken into her apartment in an attempt to kidnap her, though his methods for bringing her to the Empire didn’t seem too far off. He seemed genuine, sincere, and did protect her at the time, and has since. But how long had she been followed, truly? And who else was possibly watching her? How many times had she served one of Reylor's cronies while working at Starbucks? The thought alone sent a chill up her spine.
Sensing her concern, Treyan tried to ease her mind. “You can
