41 || Knowing Me

~Demetruis' POV~

I looked at my personal bodyguard and he nodded at me. Ophelia stood up and drank water before we all headed to the back of the hotel. He passed two dark shades to us and we wore them. He opened the door and we stepped in. Ophelia looked around again and I placed my hand on her back while I patted her. Looking at me, she smiled as she looked at the arm that was bandaged. I smiled and shook my head, clearly saying it was nothing. She relaxed and we looked ahead of us.

He ignited the car's engine and soon started driving.

"What is the situation?" I asked him.

"The people that shot you... From what I saw, I don't think they wanted to kill you." He said and I sat up rightly.

"I think it was some sort of warning." He said and my eyes narrowed.

"Warning about what?" I asked.

"Miss Ophelia." He said and Ophelia and I shared a look of shock and confusion.

"Why would you say that?" I asked him and he looked at me in the eye through the front mirror.

"Come to think of it, Her