Chapter 59 Loaded Threats

• The private jet descended bit by bit. Luca, the guard Zorion appointed to watch me took it too serious and watched me throughout the 15 hour flight. I mean stares, not removing his eyes off me and almost following me inside the toilet. We were on air for crying out loud! I felt like I was in a metal cage and currently going into another one.
• Despite my obvious disgust for him, I did not look away. No; I stared him down like we were rival gunslingers in the wild west, and I was ready to kill.
• As the plane circled the landing strip, I fought the sense of dread that had been growing since the moment I left sicily without Zorion. Only God knows what he is up to.