Thirteen

I stood there, looking at Marcus and Derek with a mix of annoyance and suspicion as Marcus grabbed my arm. "What is it? And were you guys following me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at them.

Marcus let out a heavy sigh. "Whatever you're thinking, don't do it. It's dangerous," he warned, his expression serious.

I rolled my eyes, feeling frustration building up inside me. "What are you talking about? And what's so dangerous?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.

"We know you're planning to join the Order of the Phoenix, but it's risky. You might lose your life," Marcus said, his voice tinged with concern.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "What do you care? You guys are spying on me," I accused, feeling a twinge of betrayal.

Derek, who was sitting on the hood of my car, playing with a ball, spoke up. "We care because we're connected to you. We can feel when you're in danger and we can't rest until we know you're safe," he explained, his tone gentle.

"And you expect me to believe that