Ditun sat on his bed, his mask removed. A deep frown appeared on his temple. No matter how he tried to push it to the back of his mind, he still couldn't stop thinking of Alphero and his words. To make matters worse, he couldn't stop thinking of his wife and what Alphero said he would do.
But why? Was there something else? He would have to ask Maximum to look into him. No matter how hard he tried to think this was a simple matter, he still couldn't let go of the nagging feeling that there could be more, more reasons why he was trying to hurt Dalia.
Fear crawled through him, a fear that surprised him. That fear had come when he thought he had almost lost her, almost. When he had held her and felt the tremble in her voice, and when she had relaxed on his chest.
Ditun frowned, not understanding these emotions swirling inside him. Why? He wondered, curious as to why he was feeling this way. Why was the thought of losing her making him...
