Chapter 20

Elara's POV

Lorenzo stares at me incredulously for about five seconds before breaking into a low chuckle. "You can't be serious, right? How do you expect me to do this now? It's 3 a.m. already."

I roll my eyes. "Guess you can't accommodate us all in your house, right? Good! Now please leave so I can sleep in peace."

Lorenzo huffs, running his hands through his hair, causing the thick locks to fall across his face. He looks really intimidating in my small apartment, and I feel heat crawling up my skin. He should leave—I am not comfortable with his presence right now.

"Fine, who do I talk to among these people?" he asks, his eyes bored. "Who is their leader?"

Wait a second, is he actually agreeing to take us to his house? "Wow, I didn't think you'd agree. Okay, let me go get him."

He nods, and I run out of my tent toward the old man—Mr. George's tent. "George, George, wake up!" I call out, joggling him. He stirs slowly and pushes away my hand. "Leave me alone. I’m in heaven."

"If heaven