The moment I heard that I was being followed, I instinctively stopped in my tracks. But after a moment of thought, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

‘I know they’re skilled, but are they good enough to deceive Benedict?’

Is there anyone capable of fooling a monster like Benedict? If they were following me, I might as well just allow them to continue.

<That’s not it. Your father probably noticed them already.>

‘So he’s letting them be?’

<One of two things. Either he considers them harmless to you, or he’s too bothered to deal with them. Personally, …