Being aware of someone and acting like it isn’t so, it feels like a failed attempt of crawling into someone else’s skin.
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Zen stared at his head personal guard when the latter stared at me. “Now that the matter is closed, you’re not invited to eat with me.” He deliberately looked at his guards. “Only Tti and I are going to have a meal in my dining hall,” Zen announced to Feddahi and the others, which made my eyes whip in his direction.
“Yes, Your Highness,” the guards responded in unison. Two stepped back toward the entrance while the other two at the door going through the backyard, to stand guard there.
Then Zen turned to face me with a serious face. “Let’s go,” he urged in an authoritati
