I properly dried my body before getting myself ready in my purple jeggings and cream turtleneck. After I was fully clothed, I headed for the common room, still towel drying my hair while he waited for me by the sofa.

"Are you done?" he asked me.

"Not quite done yet," I responded. "My hair is still damp. Once I have them dried, I need to redo my packing."

"We don't have time for that," he grumbled between his teeth.

"If that's the case, I need your help," I claimed. "You could help me dry my hair while I do the packing. You're good with that, aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes upwards, sighed and grunted, "Okay". He got up from the sofa and followed me to my room. "Where's your comb?"

"All I can find is a hair brush," I licked my bottom lip, scavenging for my wide-tooth comb through the mess which he created in my luggage.

"No, I want the detangling one," he demanded. "I don't want to scrape your hair off."

"Okay, found it!" I handed him the comb while I separated my toiletries of anything below 100ml into another sealed bag and stashed them into the backpack. I felt his gentle fingers carefully smoothened away the frizz and dryness of my hair like he once did when we were a couple, giving me that old time sake tingling sensation.

"You should lock your back door next time," he told me. "If I can break in, anyone can."

"I was getting rid of the slugs but I forgot to lock it back," I excused.

"That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Like you never cared for your life at all," he complained and asked further.

"So, you reverted?" I diverted the conversation.

"Yeah," he sighed, grew tired of people asking about his sudden change in faith. "It was a self-professed journey that I was about to share with you when we were butt naked on the sofa. But apparently your old boyfriend came by and ruined everything."

"Abs is not my boyfriend, the same way you and that hijabi girl aren't related," I clarified.

"It doesn't matter, isn't it?" I sensed jealousy in his voice without even looking at his face. "He came."

"So, what made you reverted?" I asked, avoiding Abs as the topic.

"Sayed showed me things I couldn't see which you failed to show me," he answered sharply.

"I thought you promised not to be insolent," I pointed out.

"I can't help it, you started it," he defended and took a step back. "Your hair is done. We should go."

"Look, you don't have to follow me around so that I could stick to your plan," I said edgily. "If it's true they're after me, I'll fly from London as per your advice but I'll travel to London via coach or train alone while you stay here."

"Having us separated will make it easier for them to kill us both," he argued. "The plan is to fly you out safely."

"Well, I don't want you to accompany me all the way to London. You're such a pain in the ass!" I snapped.

"That's not your call to decide how to get you home safely. I'm taking you back all the way to KL," he responded.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked in astonishment. "I thought you and I are over."

"It is impossible to quit on you!" he finally admitted. "I don't think I can ever taste anyone as worthy as you in my life."

"Then why leave me when I already told you I love you the most?" I probed. "Why must you be threatened by someone who worth nothing compared to you?"

Nick didn't respond but ordered me to speed up. He exited the room towards the front door before unlocking it and instructed someone to come in. I turned behind and was alarmed to see Cane entered into the house with Chris behind him. I pulled out Nick's gun from the holster and swivelled towards them, aiming the gun at Cane.

"Woah! It's me, Chris. What the hell are you doing?" Chris frantically raised both his hands to surrender.

"Chris, step aside," I ordered him and he obeyed, leaving the house abruptly.

"Sister, this is not the time to play with the gun," Nick commanded.

"Mark was with Hussaini when they came here," I told them. "He was the one that hurt me. Cane could be dangerous too."

Nick snickered bitterly. "I know Mark's unreliable from the beginning. But if you ask me whom I trusted the most, it's Cane. While you're the last on my list."

Cane gave me a smug and signalled Chris to handle my luggage. "You didn't even hold the gun right," Cane said, gesturing at the way I clasped the handle of the gun without placing my finger on its trigger.