Forty-three

~ Nathan’s POV

“I’m not dying, Jones,” I said to him, angrily.

He laughed out loud. I could tell her covered his mouth with his hands by how his laughter vibrated.

“Relax, Nathan. I didn’t mean it that way,” he said, still laughing.

I rolled my eyes, asking him why he asked me if I was dying.

“The dialogue was from a movie scene I just watched, it was so hilarious as you had just the same tone as the actor,” he said.

“I know you can’t just die like that, Nathan,” he added.

Just then, I remembered that Jones doesn’t like watching movies, and because of that he never bought a television.

“Where are you?” I asked him.

“Hmm, you noticed that I wasn’t in my room despite how much I tried to hide the fact that I was in the palace,” he said playfully.

“And why are you in the palace?” I asked again.

“Didn’t you ask me to cover up for you? I’m in the palace to fill in for your absence,” he said.

“I did ask you to cover up for me but I didn’t approve that you can stay in my room, Jones. Get