#Chapter22
Then I hear the wonderful, familiar calling, /"You're too close to the borders. Go back./"
I follow the voice blindly. /"Actually, I'm looking for a guard to help me. I've been wondering about the rogues in the area lately and—/"
A man suddenly appears. /"I'm sorry, but you have to go back. The borders are not safe./"
/"Not safe? Because of the rogues? Or just because you want me to leave?/"
His eyes look off into the distance, into the deep forest as if he is watching for someone. /"Go back. Now. This is an order./"
I nod. /"Okay. I'm going./"
This was rushed, I feel it. I can't just panic for a moment and come running to the borders like I have everything all figured out. It's the kiss—I can't stop thinking about it, about the way it felt, about how he grabbed me and made me feel so good in just a flash. He's dangerous. A man who hurts me then pleases me so easily is dangerous.