Chapter 24

"If you follow your natural bent; you will definitely go to heaven"

-Dante Alighieri

Zachary cursed under his breath but didn't drop his gun. I had to make a split second decision, either to use my powers to get these morons out of my way and keep chasing after the prince or let him disappear. I didn't think that these men were in any way linked to the missing royal. Their thoughts would give them away otherwise. Questions kept rushing through my mind. There was no way that my excellent vision could have misled me. Prince George was at the cemetery, most likely under the influence of the human woman from the apartment.

"I'm a cop, you fucktards, so I suggest you drop that gun and walk away," Zachary shouted. Yeah, he wasn't really helping the situation. That insult only made the guy that was holding a gun even crazier. On top of that, I saw he just said in his thoughts that he hated cops.