It's five minutes to nine and I'm sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for Nicandro with two men standing a few meters away from me. Peter left early this morning and went back to the hotel he's staying at to pack up his things. I'll be staying at this hotel in the time being until I find out what is the king hiding and his connection to felon. I've also been thinking for a few days now what my life will be like after everything. I'll go back to Russia and live on the streets again? Without Zari I'm sure I won't be able to survive even a month before I get hurt by the gangsters or even worse.

That's when my phone vibrated and read the message shown on the screen.

Nicandro :) : I'm right outside.

I got up from the couch I was sitting on near the fireplace and walked out of the hotel. There were many cars parked outside but then I saw one car rolled down its window a little and walked towards it.

"Hey." Nicandro said as I closed the car door.

"Hi."

"You slept well?" And I tensed at the question.

I saw Efren looked at me from the review mirror as well, making me more uncomfortable.

"The bed wasn't as comfortable as the one in the mansion." I forced out a laugh, "So where are we going?"

"A museum."

"But you said we're eating breakfast together."

"In a museum."

"While that should be interesting." I said while my mind was still thinking on how to break the news to him.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the back entrance of the museum. Nicandro stopped me when I was going to step out of the car.

"Wear this first." He hands me a sunglass and I saw the word 'chanel' which I'm quite sure that's a famous brand.

I nodded and put the sunglass on. Efren held an umbrella to shield us walking into the museum. Once I entered the museum, there was no one inside, not even a security guard and there was pin drop silence. I looked at the paintings hung on the wall, from those very expressive and colourful ones to those emotionless and dull. I followed suite behind Nicandro, walking up the stairs to the second floor, then I spotted a small table with two bean bags in a corner.

"It's cute." I commented.

"I'm glad." He blushed.

As I sat down, I saw that there was lemonade which is my favourite drink, waffles with crepes. My heart felt warm that he remembers I told him I prefer waffles than pancakes and those delicious crepes that we had in Palencia.

"I've to warn you that the crepes are not as good as the ones we had in Palencia." He gave an apologetic smile. Oh my god, he's so cute.

I took a bite of the crepe and it is indeed not as good, but still good nonetheless.

"It's still good." I swallowed the bite that I took.

I looked around to admire the painting and I spotted this painting in particular that caught my attention. The painting itself is just a lot of random lines and a splash of blue colour at the corner. When I look at it, I see the simple and the sophisticated.

"So you just made a call and got them to close this place for an hour?" And I took a sip of the lemonade. Very refreshing.

"It wasn't as easy as you thought. I had to give the guy to owns this museum an invitation to the Christmas ball." I remember reading about it in the gossip website too.

"It's a party hosted by your family?"

"Pretty much. We invite all the influential people in the country to talk about the latest advancements in a non-formal way and also just to celebrate Christmas." The last Christmas I celebrated was with Nikita four years ago.

"I could imagine it being a hundred times fancier than the engagement party we went to."

"Yeah. Also, do you want to... be my date?" He fidgeted with his fingers.

"Your grandfather will-" Of course I want to.

"I'll sneak you in. Plus, not like he will cause a scene in front of so many people."

"Sure, might as well make my last few days in Spain a memorable one."

Then it hit me that after all this I would not be back in Spain again. I'll have to go back to Russia and try and survive living on the streets again. That means I'll never see Nicandro again. I quickly break my thoughts out and noticed that he was also silent from what I had just said. We've been so caught up in finding answers that what will happen once all this is over is just coming to us.

"Right, I forgot to update you about felon's men who was captured. Well, cause there's nothing to update cause they didn't crack." Nicandro broke the silence after a few minutes.

I sighed, "At least a lot of felon's drugs were destroyed."

We ate in silence a few seconds and I think I should do it now as I'm just dragging the inevitable.

"I need to tell you something, about your grandfather."

I could see his body tensed up and feel the frustration radiating from him as he ruffled his hair in annoyance.

"What did he do now?"

"It's actually what he knows and who he's working with." I said slowly.

"You-you think he's working with felon? But why would he do that? I know my grandfather and there's nothing he would do that would jeopardize his throne like working with a known drug dealer."

"One thing I know for sure is that he knows about my real identity but did not say anything about it."

"I still don't think he's working for felon." He tells me.

"I also don't think we've considered him to be the one responsible to stop the investigation on the trashing of your family's private houses."

"But if they're working together, why would felon do that in the first place?"

"Maybe he has something bad on your grandfather."

"We don't have the answers to so many questions." He sighed.

"It's not like your grandfather is going to tell us the answers."

"I have a meeting with my father and will subtlety bring the stopping investigation part up just to see if he knows anything."

"Okay, I have another thing to tell you." I hope he doesn't get mad at Efren later.

"What is it?"

"So I thought your grandfather was working for felon and thought that someone might try to kill me, and I called Efren." I closely looked at his reaction to this.

"You called Efren and he went to the hotel?"

"Yes, with four other men as well. Two of them stayed in the suite beside mine." I pursed my lips into a straight line.

"You asked him not to tell me?"

"Yes."

"And obviously he listened." He crossed his arms.

"Are you mad at the both of us?"

"A little."

"I get it."

"But I understand why you didn't tell me. I wouldn't have been of much use as I couldn't go to the hotel and help not after the argument with my grandfather."

"I have one last thing to tell you."

"Is it a bad one?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's a weird one. A friend is staying with me at the suite."

"Who's the friend?"

"The pilot of the plane which crashed that my parents were in."

Nicandro spent the next fifteen minutes telling me about his frisbee game with another college which is school won. I imagine how living a normal life would be like... going to classes in a college. Guess I'll never have that.

After that, I returned to the hotel and really think through how I should move forward from here. The reason why I got into this in the first place is because my best friend is killed and I wanted to find out what happened to my parents. Now that I know what happened to them, what am I still doing here? Bring down the man who is responsible for my parents' death? And the man just happens to be a drug lord which makes it nearly impossible. Plus, my parents weren't good people either.

Then I suddenly heard a click sound. I got up from the bed to see what made the sound. Could it be Peter? He said he would be coming over around noon and it's half hour to noon. I opened the bedroom door to see a masked man standing in front of me.

I tried to run away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled it really hard that I fell to the ground. I use my leg to kick him in that private area and he groaned, stepping backwards. I used this opportunity to quickly get up from the floor and ran as fast as I could to the bathroom.

Unfortunately, before I could make it to the bathroom, I felt something very hard colliding with my forehead. My vision became blurry, my whole head felt like there was a hole drilled into it and I fell on the floor again. I can feel my hair getting wet from the blood that is gushing out of my head and my eyes started to close.

The last thing I saw was the masked men kneeling down in front of me.