"Why are you restless?" Dreycen enquired, his gaze fixed on Zeenare, who was pacing the study with a frown on his face. "You're going to wear a trench into that floor."
"Rhea left the country," he stated, standing behind the long couch, his hands on it.
"And what about that? Don't you want her going out?" Dreycen questioned, leaning on the chair rest, legs crossed. "Because like what you told us, she doesn't remember you. So is she not free to go out?"
The rest of the guys shared a glance with him.
This fool. That's not what I meant.
For a long time, Zeenare said nothing to that, then walked to the window side. "Some seconds ago, I couldn't feel her presence."
"Hmm. What's that supposed to mean?" Hexma's voice cut through the room, walking up to him.
"For an instant, she left this dimension," he replied with a frown, his jaw tightened. "Tsk."
Something is not right.
"Othimise, I'm leaving," he called harshly.
"Yes, Master," Othimise replied from outside the door.
