"Right. That wasn't part of the prophecy. I'm done reading the future after that pig over there."
"YOU LUNATIC!!!"
Suddenly, the governor's roar thundered through the square. His face was beet red, as if his thick, stagnant blood had rushed straight to his head.
"You think you could get away from this?!" he barked, saliva flying with every opening of his mouth. "Hah! You might've gotten away last time, but your mistake now is coming back!"
Lola arched a brow while the crowd clutched their chests or stood with mouths hanging open.
Gehran chuckled through gritted teeth. "This time, it will be different."
"Oh?" She tilted her head slightly. "How different would it be?"
"I am prepared," he stressed each word. "What makes you think I kept that old whore alive?"
The smile on Lola's face faded slightly as she narrowed her eyes at Gehran, who was frantically scanning the area for her.
