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NIKKI

In hasty strides, I walk towards the main gate of the palace, aborting my evening stroll suddenly. At the moment, helping baby Hendrix and saving Aaliyah from her doom is the most important thing on my mind, even more than my mental stability.

My legs are wobbly and I keep running regardless, and it's not so ladylike, seeing a woman scamper away like a rodent, talk more of one of my caliber. But that was to worry about later. Every freaking minute, I would touch the spot in my turban where I wrapped and hid the piece of paper, to be certain it’s still there.

It takes another frustrating ten minutes to get to the main gate. No doubt, the guards are surprised to see me and they couldn't fake the looks on their faces for a moment. The one that insisted to be my guardian for as long as I remain in this pack peeps through the pocket hole and hurriedly, pulls me in, almost landing me on himself and onto the floor.

“Lock the gate.” He’s almost screaming, scared that I’m being trail