Obsessions

"Simply put, my aunt believes that I may be the next target."

Zen eyes widened and he unconsciously ran his fingers through his damp hair after he heard Lithe's response.

From the expression on Lithe's face he was deadly serious about the belief that he may be the next target.

Even under such tremendous pressure, his eyes were clear and his gaze did not waver from Zen's face even after such a startling revelation.

"I see. So whether you accompany me to the badlands or stay here your life will still be in danger." 

There was a knock at the door and Lithe reached for the buzzer to allow the assistant to come in and set the tea tray down on the work bench then leave the room.

A few seconds later Zen took a deep swallow of the piping hot coffee, the steam rising from the hot coffee mug teased his nostrils.

"Excellent. Never had this blend before, where did you say it was from?"