Chapter 17: Who are you
It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination.
"President, from here on we will need to walk on foot," the guard said.
"Okay. You two stay here and guard Zaephiel. If anything happens, contact me immediately," Sylveraine instructed, preparing to exit the car.
But before she could move, she felt a tug on her left hand. She looked down and saw Zaephiel holding her hand, his puppy eyes looking up at her pleadingly.
Before he could say anything, Sylveraine spoke, already guessing his intent. "No, you can’t come with me. You’re staying in the car."
"Huh?" Zaephiel’s mouth hung open in shock. He hadn’t even spoken yet and she had already rejected him. But he didn’t give up.
"Please, Big Sis. I just want to see the crack in the air. I’ll stay very far back, I promise," he said, his voice hopeful. "And those two ladies will be with me too, so please let me come with you," he added, his tone soft and begging.
"No means no, Zaephiel," Sylveraine repeated firmly, showing no signs of budging.
"Oh..." Zaephiel slowly let go of her hand, his head dropping low, shoulders slumped in sadness at her refusal.
Sylveraine looked at his dejected posture and grunted in frustration. "Argh, okay! You can come with me. But remember, you’ll stay far away from the crack. No going near it, okay?" she said, finally relenting.
"Thank you, Big Sis!" Zaephiel’s head popped up, his face glowing with a wide smile. Internally, he was thrilled.