"I can't, Wayona. Damien ordered me to tell him wherever you go. And I can't disobey that because he pays me."

"I'm going to talk to Dionea inside that coffee shop," I said, pointing to the coffee shop.

He stopped at what I said. He didn't seem to expect that. I even saw the confusion on his face, like he didn't know what to do.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to fight. Dionea asked me to talk," I added. He might think I was going to fight Dionea.

"Damn..." Creed ran his hand through his hair ...