CHAPTER 107

　　Before Zeidan could ask about Lyne's whereabouts, Luana had strode into the palace. After a brief meeting with his subjects that afternoon, he was about to retire to his room, not even to rest but gather more ideas on how best to protect the city.

　　Zeidan let out a breath. "How're you doing?" He asked.

　　"Very well. I discovered you have barely had a good night's rest. So, it's useless to ask how you are doing?"

　　"It's as well useless to have a good rest when my City is in jeopardy." He said slowly. He noticed a glint of pain across her eyes but was quickly concealed. She was wearing a blue silk top with long sleeves and black jeans trousers, pulled up with long black boots. Her hair was worn up as usual.

　　After a few moments of silence, Luana watched him move about, packing the files and maps on the table where the meeting had just been concluded.

　　"You're worried about something else. Does this have to do with Lyne?" Luana asked.