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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

"Do not push your luck, human," he mutters under his breath.

THIRTY-ONE

"How are you feeling? Are you all right?" I ask as we walk farther into the forest.

His features are tense as he sweeps his gaze across the lush foliage, his mind attuned to danger.

"Fine," he answers in a clipped tone.

"Are you sure? Your muscles are a bit tight," I murmur as I pat his straining biceps.

"This is the twenty-fourth time you have asked me in the last twenty minutes. That is more than once per minute, human," he adds drily, easily waltzing us around more of the incoming arrows.

We've been shot at countless times so far. Whenever we advance a little, more traps are triggered, shooting those venomous arrows at us.

Ze is in control, however, as he senses the motion and is able to dodge each one. Although I feel safe with him, I'm still a little worried.

"But your eyes are still purple," I mention in a small voice.

He gives me a side glance, his eyes glinting a deep purple. It's almost as if they have a life of their own, the color swirling from light to dark and back to light.

"I am fine," he grunts, pulling me by the hand into his arms and twirling us around as a flurry of incoming arrows pass by us.

"If you say so..." I grumble.

He rolls his eyes.

We walk another hour or so before Ze suddenly stops, placing his finger against his lips and motioning for me to be quiet.

I give him a nod, watching as he orients himself around, his narrowed eyes taking in his surroundings. His ears perk up as he turns sharply to the right. Before I can ask what's going on, he grabs me in his arms, jumping up just as more arrows are dispatched toward our direction.

Yet this is different.

Whereas before the arrows had come from booby traps, now they're being handled by people. Three men come out from the rich foliage, all dressed in green camouflage suits and fitted with weapons from head to toe.

"Finally, they reveal themselves," Ze mutters, tightening his hold on me. "You will do what I tell you," he commands.

Since it's not the time to argue with him, I nod.

Jumping around the trees with me in his arms, he evades every incoming arrow while managing to confuse the men with his swift movements. When he's satisfied that they've lost track of him, he quietly lands a few meters away from the clearing, depositing me in a hidden spot in the bushes. The forest is teeming with rich trees and mid-sized bushes, making it the perfect spot to hide—but also to ambush someone.

"Do not come out until I tell you to," he whispers.

His gaze lingers a moment over my features before he disappears from my sight.