Chapter Sixty-Eight

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Mirah

I didn't have time to ponder enough, as Tyler walked in. He was dressed in a different color of suit from moments ago.

“Let’s see how strong your determination is, in face of your boyfriend's death. I'm impressed, I must say. It's been weeks already.” His voice wasn't casual, even betraying a hint of anger.

But that wasn't what I was concerned about. He just said, weeks.

As in weeks since our last encounter?

I didn't ask, afraid that I'd betray something I wasn't supposed to.

As such, I pretended like I was still surrounded by heat, whereas I was lying on a plain land.

“It’s time to go back. If my calculations are correct, Zeke is headed towards the castle. Alongside others of course.” He laughed sarcastically.

“So this isn't Weasels?” I asked calmly.

He simply cocked his head to the side, and snapped his hand.

“Let’s unbind you, no?” He said, confirming my suspicion.

He couldn't see through whatever facade it was that was shrouding me.