Darius was a bit worried by Conilia’s worried look when she pulled him aside to talk. She looked both worried and disappointed, and he could tell that she was mad at him about something.
“What’s wrong?” He asked with surprise. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
“Where did you get that girl from?” Conilia asked.
Darius felt the question was odd.
“Get her from? What do you mean by that? I am in love with her…” he defended.
“You need to be careful with her,” Conilia warned. “You could be a thief who stole that Amulet, and if she is not, then… then she isn’t good news for you. She could be a spy. She could be here for revenge. She could be an assassin.”
“Now you are taking things too far,” Darius frowned. “You’ve just met her ones. Why will you conclude on something like this
