Chapter Eighteen"Keep running until you feel like you can't run no more; don't stop."
Anger, rage and guilt ran through me as I walked, no fled the clearing and raced down the corridors of his home.
Anger at myself for I had let him help me. Anger for my own stupidity, how could I have never pieced together all the information he gave me? My steps slowed all but a crawl. Anger for running away, guilt for liking him. Guilt for how I responded to him, to the demon that slaughtered my clan and city. I shook my head quickly and started at my normal strides.
I was about to make it to my room when footsteps hitting the floor picked up pace and stopped beside me. I turned to look at Gen, Conner's man servant.
"Where is Conner?" He asked looked over my shoulder.
"The dining room?" I guessed.
"No, he is not there." Gen said annoyance marring his face.
"Well where else—"I said.
"I am here Gen." Conner cut in smoothly and came up behind the boy.
"I am here to inform both of you that your r