I thought I had given my father enough to be worried about, and I excused myself from the room, no longer wanting to hear about whatever else they were going to discuss about.
Methuselah gave me an unhappy glance as he watched me go, but my father and Quill insisted that they would form a plan to see the best way to capture the Unseelie King.
I felt like I had enough rest and decided to seek out Lip; a good training in magick would stretch out my limbs properly, and I'd be able to feel less useless than I did right now.
My guard was right behind me, trailing me in each step that I took. I felt more annoyed than secured that I had someone that was going to follow every move that I made, but no matter how I tried to shake him off, the guard would find me, and then secure his place back behind me.
