Chapter 123

Avara POV

"You seem nervous?"

I glanced back at Simon in the driver's seat. He reached out to meet and said his medic friend was willing to see us both. My fingers rub the meandering scar along the grove of my palm. Transferring attention to my bare chest as my fingers trace phantom pendants where the layered necklace had been. I know I promised a Botan I'd never take it off, but I was with a man he wanted dead. Regardless, I wouldn't put it past him to have men follow me, anyway.

"I don't know." I tuck my hands between my thighs to keep them still. "I just feel like we're being watched."

"Oh, we definitely are," he says casually, cheerfully unbothered. "Why do you think we have been driving for over an hour—it only takes fifteen minutes to get to his house from where we started. We had three tails on us and now there is only one."

Dread slips beneath a feeble façade of relief, enough to loosen the grip around my breaths.