A New Prophecy

A few minutes had passed and Devon didn't even move an inch from where he was standing.

With his hands folded across his chest, Devon's eyes were shut closed, clearly pondering about the situation which had just occurred. If his heart wasn't beating crazily earlier, then he wouldn't have been in this position, but when that happened, Devon was forced to think things through.

Zaylee also had her eyes fixed on him. Though she didn't know what happened exactly between Devon and the woman, she was still able to discern one or two things from Devon.

"De-" Zaylee was about to call for Devon, when she saw him wave his hand at her, then seating on the ground cross-legged.

"Come on… You have got to be kidding me! How can a lady make you feel this way?" While Zaylee chose to remain quiet, the donkey was a very outspoken person.