Chapter 88. The Slave Camp

Maureen's POV

I stood still for the second time in five minutes. 

'Why do I feel as if we are being followed?' I asked no one in particular. I just wanted to know if anyone else felt what I was feeling

We had set out on the journey for the search very early. As early as six o'clock am. We didn't eat breakfast but we packed sandwiches and juices in our back packs courtesy of Asher's house keeper. 

'You might be feeling like that because Ian had implied in your discussion that he was at Amman's pack with you,' Lucia said shrugging,

'The feeling is so strong. I felt it two days ago when we went out on Dawn's insistence to have a look at Royal Touch,' I said.

'If I tell you something, promise me you wouldn't freak out,' Lance said and we all stopped walking to look at him.

'What is it Lance?' I asked looking at him nervously.

'I think Ian is actually following us. I have seen him briefly once or twice,' Lance said and we all gaped at hi