Little Sweetie's expression darkened instantly.
A dangerous, unreadable look passed through her sharp eyes, but she said nothing.
Of course, Nnenna would run straight into danger. That girl was reckless beyond reason.
But Little Sweetie couldn't just rush out after her, not with Ebere still here, watching her every move. It was too risky. If she made even one slip, Ebere could expose her true identity.
She clicked her tongue in frustration.
Then, with the practiced ease of someone who always had a backup plan, she pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved swiftly, sending out a coded message to her hidden operatives across the castle.
[Protect Nnenna. Do not let her die.]
She exhaled, sliding the phone back into her pocket.
She couldn't go after Nnenna herself. At least until she found a way to protect her identity.
