Rezso’s POV
‘If you ever see someone with the blue wolf tattoo, you report your location or get out of there immediately. That’s the mark of the infamous rogue and his minions, and being anywhere near them is asking for trouble.’
The Royal Beta’s warning reverberated in my mind, echoing like a gong as I walked down the hall. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing was shallow and ragged. I could feel my palms sweating, and my legs felt weak beneath me. I was terrified, and I couldn’t seem to think straight.
‘Please, don’t mention this to anyone.’
I can still remember his warning to me after I mentioned his tattoo. There seemed to be a connection between the two dots and I didn’t want to believe what I already knew to be true.
Why would Dixon, a model figure to all the warriors have something like that on him? Why would a man I have cherished all my life have something like that, when it was a signature of the rogues? Was it just a coincidence or was there more to it?
My legs were getting weaker with each step I took. My heart was racing with no way to build it. I was losing my mind and I can’t seem to be in control of my mind.
“Until I see him… No,” I shook my head, my fists clenched to my sides, “Until I see him, I won’t believe anything the royal Beta said.”
All my focus was to get to his apartment and have him explain what his tattoo meant. Whether he likes it or not.
The route to his apartment was getting unnecessarily long, and I was beginning to blame myself for not thinking it through before deciding on going to his apartment, even in my uneasy state.
“What if he’s one of them? What if Dixon is not who I think he was?” my heart tightened and I could hear my heart, beating crazily in my chest.
I shook my head, I was been irrational and I knew it. Dixon can’t be a rogue, he can’t be an enemy of the nation while maintaining a good name.
“This can’t be right. There must be some misunderstanding. There’s no way Dixon could be a bad guy. He’s always been so kind and gentle.” I took a few quick steps, then stopped, realizing I was getting ahead of myself. I slowed down, trying to think clearly. I was almost at his apartment, my mind was racing with questions.
I halted on my track, my palm pressed down gently on my chest, trying to calm myself before going to meet him.
“I need to stay calm and collected. If I panic, I could make a mistake, and that could have disastrous consequences. I need to give him the benefit of the doubt, even if my instincts are screaming at me to run. I need to trust him.” I took a deep breath, trying to still my racing heart. I exhaled slowly, trying to centre myself.
“Calm down, Rezso, you’ve got this!” I whispered, trying to convince myself as much as anyone else would. I licked my dry lips, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. My eyes fixed on the apartment in front of me, my body tensed as I took a deep breath. I needed to focus, to push through the fear and anxiety that was threatening to overwhelm me.
I was about to take a step towards his apartment when I saw the front door open, and a cloaked figure appeared from the apartment.
What the fuck was that? I gasped and hid behind a pillar. My heart was beating hard against my chest as I peeped at the figure from my hidden, watching the figure glance left to right before vanishing into the night.
“Huh?” I was taken aback and I couldn’t seem to believe my eyes. Who could that be? Was that Dixon? Why was he in a cloak? Where was he headed at such an hour? Who was he going to see?
A lot of questions were running through my head, and I couldn’t help but discreetly follow behind the figure. The reason I was doing it was unknown to me, but I desperately wanted to know what the figure was up to and who could be behind the cloak.
Even though everything about the figure pointed at Dixon, the height and the way the figure walked were the same as Dixon’s. The fact that the figure came out of his apartment made it possible that Dixon was the person behind the odd cloak, but I didn’t want to believe that until I saw it for myself.
I had been following the figure for what seemed like ten minutes and it didn’t seem like the figure knew someone was trailing behind him. Dixon’s apartment was a secluded section of the villa, so not many people visited the area. That made it made sense as to why we had been walking for ten minutes without bumping into anyone.
My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what was happening. My imagination ran wild, conjuring up all sorts of terrifying scenarios. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn’t notice the figure had stopped moving.
As I watched in horror, the cloaked figure whistled, and another figure dropped from the trees above. I stifled a gasp as I saw them exchange what looked like a potion bottle. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. What were they up to? Were they planning something destructive?
Suddenly, the other figure vanished into the dark, the cloaked figure turned around and started walking towards me, and I froze in terror. I held my breath, praying that I wouldn’t be seen.
It was as if my heart had stopped beating when the figure passed by me, releasing a huge of his pheromones of mint, that scents so much like Dixon.
My eyes widened as I slowly turned around from my hidden spot to see him walking further without bordering to look back. I quietly followed behind, my heart was threatening to jump out of my mouth.
To my surprise, the figure veered off in an unexpected direction, and I followed, keeping my distance so as not to be seen. I watched as they entered an old, dilapidated building that looked like it hadn’t been inhabited in years. Before I could turn to leave, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder, and I was yanked into the building. My heart was pounding, and I was suddenly filled with fear.