Chapter 8

“So that’s why you are here, then? To protect me from the big bad rogue king?” I say in a mocking tone. She stops and winces, her hand flying to her leg, where my phantom pain throbs.

“I am here to protect you, help you. They sent me here with nothing more than a ‘Keep him alive, he is important’ order.”

“They had to have told you more than that, given you a little file or something that you can refer to.” I ask her, growing desperate and angry. Why is it so hard to get answers?

“What don’t you get? I have given you all the information I was given.” She throws her hands in the air in defeat. It would appear she gets grumpy when she is in pain. I just stare at her as she stands fuming before me waiting for me to question her further. She grows impatient and stalks off with her limp leg.

“Wait.” I call out to her, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Why didn’t you intervene earlier when the rogues attacked me?” I chase after her, coming up to her side as she pants