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Something was scorching my arm where my tattoo from Coone was.
Hah. Hah. Hah.
Breathe, just breathe.
But I’m losing air.
The last thing I saw, in a blur, was Roqs racing down the opposite direction. I know that’s impossible. Why would he dare run along the cable lines?
Something jerked and I felt my soul ripped apart.
CHAPTER4
Scent
Nimrod
“What is wrong with you now?'
I ignored them.
'Your Highness,” our guide hissed. He was not a Manasty. A native of planet Sum. He is old, hunched, dried up husk of his old self.
'Quiet,' Simrod firmly said.
I can tell, without looking, is that he is staring holes at my back. We try not to draw any crowd. Though this is a safe place for any Purple Tribe, it is far more dangerous for any royals of the Purple Tribe to come visiting. Our guide better not purposely try to expose us otherwise I will have the privilege to cut off his throat!
“Your hackles are showing, Nim.” My look-a-like hissed against my ear. He is the only one who knows how my brain works. Right now, I should be guarding him. But I’m unsettled by what I heard.
“Are you sure you saw Roqs?”
Axad is wearing his disguise on this side of the mountain. Granted he is not of Purple Tribe, he works for the Purple Tribe so he should wear something that is appropriate. His job, to guard me and Sim.
“If you’re thinking about making me wear something again, think again Nim. Your - the Highness, did not mention anything about dress codes.”
Sim snorted. “My father did not mention it because he expects you to know about it in the first place. Besides Nim, your hackles are showing. What’s with your OCD today? Tone it down a bit. He,” points his palm towards Axad “smells good even if what he’s wearing denote otherwise.”
“That is exactly the point!” I could not let the growl escaped from me. “If he insists on wearing this deplorable rags, he should have worn something that would make him repugnant. But no! He smells clean. If you want to blend in with the locals here, you should not have taken that shower in our last stop.”
Silence.
“You got to admit, he’s got a point.”
Good thing Sim agreed with me. Both of them liked to combine forces just to aggravate me.
I walked up to Axad and pointedly invaded his personal space. Deliberately, I pinched the cloth tag on his shredded shirt that had seen better days. “Fleur,” I said.
Sim guffawed and Axad had the decency to blush like he’s still in his teens instead of the grown man that he is. Though his height only reached my nose, nobody would want to mess with his bulk and meaty hands. The irony is that he is much better with his two swords, than his feasts.
“Oh Fleur,” Sim sighed and corrected himself on the barrel he is sitting on. “You are wearing a rags made by Fleur. Many high society members not just of the Purple Tribe, but of this galaxy, will envy you right now. But the way you shredded it -“ He fell from the barrel again in hysterics.
I stared down at Axad. This is the reason why he is our lead guard. He doesn’t back down from anyone. Including me.
“Both of you are missing the point!” He hissed. He motioned for our guide to move away from us and then he moved closer to me and Sim. “I don’t care about the High Society or Fleur! It was the nearest thing I can find in my room.”
I smirked. Yes, I know what’s going on between him and Fleur. If anyone finds out about their affair, it will be the biggest scandal on our planet in this century. Not to mention, there was that other ‘issue’ of his with the leader of the Red Guards.
“Now is not the time to talk about fashion! I just saw Roqs and instead of running towards me, he took off like a ghost. Do you understand what this means?”
