Chapter 239: Free of my past
Zilia and Idris slipped out of the palace under the cloak of dusk. She hailed a cab, paid the driver generously, and gave clear instructions: "Take us to the East border."
Idris climbed in silently, offering no protest. Though anxiety churned in his gut, he kept it hidden. He knew Casaio would never forgive this betrayal, but he also knew his sister’s decision wasn’t made lightly. She was chasing a future, one not haunted by the shadows of their past.
As the cab picked up speed, Zilia stared at her phone, her thoughts racing. ’I need to get rid of this. If I don’t, Casaio will find me. My scent is gone now, he can’t track me anymore. I’m safe... for now.’
She rolled down the backseat window, tossed the phone onto the roadside, and shut the glass firmly. Leaning back into her seat.
Idris shifted closer, resting his head against her arm. Without a word, Zilia slid her hand to his hair, gently stroking it.
The sun was setting down and the soon the dusk started took over. As the night fell, they were on the East Border. Zilia and Idris first had their meals in a local restaurant before they decided to rest for one night in a small hotel nearby. Zilia made sure it was safe for them to stay before taking a room.
"Ahh, it was such a long journey," Zilia said, lying down on the mattress. Idris, too, lay down on the big bed, smiling a little.
"I wonder what will Prince Casaio think of us," Idris mumbled.
Zilia heard him and sighed. "Idris, I can no longer stay by his side. The work I did was too dirty. It was unforgivable, that’s why leaving his side was important for me. Casaio doesn’t deserve me," she explained, feeling low as she uttered the last sentence.
Idris hummed. "I know, Sis." He didn’t say loudly that she chose to betray Casaio because she had to save him. Again, he was the reason for whom she chose to be selfish.