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ated and furious as he is, he must be after my head to calm down his rage.” George scoffs angrily, “so dude has this much pride? He wants to save himself the embarrassment but could do nothing when confronted with the incident with the the black wolves.” He turns to me again, cocking one brows up, “you call that moon goddess wishes?” I shrugged, “Yes. I mean George , I would not for the life of me wish that much ill-luck on my path. And I know better than anyone that this whole situation is outrageous. But right now we can not help it.” George takes my hands softly in his, “Thankfully, we are out of the city and we are safe now.” He says. I momentarily look around me. For the first time taking detailed note of my surrounding. It is a small house although wider than the one we had in almight town. The interiors are dimly lit and cozy but there is a streak of sunlight letting itself into the house. A small table and chair stands over a vanity mirror. The house is rather simple and cozy. “ I know…that is why right now we are safe here.,” he explains. And I look up to him…. Oh George ! He had left everything behind in almight town to start a new life with her. He was supportive, caring and brave. I resume speaking, “so where are we?” “Greenwood .” George replies like that could sought my curiosity. He is looking at me as if to say I should get the drift. I do not. “Greenwood ?” I ask. “It is a small town with really lovely people. No one’s going to know that we are here. They would not even be able to find us so yes, we are safe here.” He assures. I inched my ear to hear the sounds of people walking by and my nose to see if I can perceive their scent to know what kind of people they are. Nothing is working. It is not working and it is getting me all alarmed. “Hey are you okay?” George asks again, probably he had read the meaning into my worried look. “I am fine. Just tired.” I lie. I don’t know why but I think I would like some time to myself. I needed to understand what is going on with me, why I couldn’t perceive anything around me or even hear so far asides George and I talking. George nods his head understandably, “Okay. Take your rest while I just put this away.” He said, taking the cinnamon tea with him. I facepalm myself. Really. I had also forgotten that the cinnamon tea was there. I hold back at his wrist, stopping him from walking away, “George I am sorry you had to go through all this trouble…ever since you met me, now it is you leaving your family just to see that I am safe and even the meals… you do not deserve any of that…I do not deserve the kind of sweet person you are…” One moment I am talking and the next moment I am locking my lips with his and apparently that