CHAPTER 14: QUITE THE HOMEMAKER

Antionette's POV

A knock at my door startled me from rolling dough for the fresh loaves I planned to prepare for the week. I had become quite the homemaker during this time.

"Phillip?" I asked realizing he was out of breath. "Are you alright? What are you doing here?" I asked. "Sorry, I wanted to surprise you, but I fear that I was being followed. I tried to lose whomever tailed me," he replied pulling me into his arms. "Are you fucking serious? What if they're looking for me? You led them straight to me!" I panicked. "Calm yourself, woman!" He said shaking me. "I promise I wouldn't have come here if I was surely certain I was not followed," he assured me. "I would never endanger you, my love," he added stroking my cheek. "Okay," I said leaning into his touch. "Take a seat. I'll make us some stew. Shit! I ran out of goat," I sighed. "I'll get some from an old friend. I'll be back," he offered. "I don't want to fight with you. I will be gone for some time to help Alpha Queen Octavia.