Chapter Forty-Three.

Himari’s POV.

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I sweep a quick wary glance behind me before taking off in a sprint toward the forest. As the cold breeze smacks against my face, stings my lips, and clatters my teeth and bones, one stray alarm flares in my mind and nearly thwarts my resolve.

Is it this easy?

Zorien started to act strange and out of his cold demeanor all of a sudden, he conversed with me and refused to raise his voice and torture me when I brought up the topic. He even had to drop that juicy line at the end, permitting me to do whatever I wished.

Could this all be a meticulous plan he’s craftily set out for me? And am I playing right into it right now?

No, I scatter the shards of distracting thoughts from my mind as I draw closer to the trees, coming to a stop with my hair splaying over my face.

I sweep the strands from my face, quickly glancing around as I ask Runa cautiously, “Hey, do you think he’s got some sort of detection system installed here? Like some mechanism to flare an alarm on