He sprinted all the way, heading straight for the witch doctor's hut, startling the Beastmen and females busy working in the tribe.
Zeke followed close behind, looking so sour you'd think someone owed him eight million bucks.
Caleb trailed at the end, expressionless and looking pretty grim himself.
Zeke shot him a cold glance, his tone unfriendly: "Why are you following us?"
Caleb's amber eyes flickered, and he answered flatly, "I'm her Guardian, so of course I have to ensure her safety at all times."
Zeke let out a chilly snort, "You'd better."
Then he withdrew his gaze, not bothering to talk to him anymore.
Meanwhile—
"Put me down, I'm just a bit dizzy, seriously, I'm fine."
Luna was jounced the whole way by Malachi, making her want to puke. No matter if she pinched, hit, or hammered him hard, this guy just wouldn't let her down; on the contrary, he hugged her tighter and ran even faster.
Now she felt even sicker, her stomach surging uncontrollably.
