“You know me?” I whisper, my voice breaking.

“WE…” Chelsea glances back at her husband, “…know you.”

So I wasn’t wrong. They were sent by someone who wants my head.

These two are surely not friends of mine. I mean, they even pretended not to know me when we first met.

“We’re actually from Country Zee with a citizenship in Country K,” Chelsea explains. “We know you’re President Fanning’s daughter. Wife of Zeath as well.”

“Not anymore,” I cut in. And Chelsea ...