Chapter 41:

• Lucas’s P.O.V
• “In a country of nearly ten million square kilometers and fifty divisions, not to mention all the neighboring countries that we could go to in search of two people, can you please explain to me why we’re standing at New York port, trying to catch a ship to nowhere?” I asked Damien exasperated.
• As soon as the Court Session had adjourned, Damien had once again dragged me off to his room when he’d packed his bags and then taken me back to my pack so I could take care of some last minute pack business as well as pack my bags and then he’d once again teleported us to the docks where we were now awaiting our ship for departure. Honestly, I wasn’t complaining about all the teleportation; saved us a hell lot of time as well as money. What I do have a problem with was being dragged around like lost puppy while Damien called all the shots.