The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 488

Going there with her current capabilities would be a death sentence.

Leilani clenched her fingers, the heat in her chest cooling rapidly. "Then why tell me all this?"

If Payton was truly concerned for her safety, wouldn't it have been better to keep her in the dark forever? Why drop this bombshell right before his potential death? It left Leilani in a terrible limbo—unable to advance, unwilling to retreat.

It was a rare feeling for her. Since arriving in Garrison City, she had often been frustrated by Payton’s unpredictable behavior.

Payton set down his coffee cup, his voice deepening. "Because you are Paulina's apprentice. This was her dying wish, something she made me promise to pass on to you."

"It wasn't my idea," he added. "As for what I just said, that was merely my advice. Whether you go or not is up to you."

Payton turned his wheelchair around, putting his back to her. "Today, we continue with the final form of the Filament Fist technique."

“Abel!” He raised his voice. "Get over here and spar with Dr. Sloan!"

Abel jogged over from the corner of the courtyard, scratching his head in confusion as he saw the two of them skipping breakfast.

"Payton, we're starting now?"

It was barely dawn. Did Dr. Sloan and Payton not sleep?

"Mn," Payton grunted. "She's leaving in a few days. We need to hurry."

Leilani stood rooted to the spot, staring at Payton’s back, her fingertips cold. Her mind was still processing the weight of his warning.

Abel took his stance, looking at her cautiously. "Dr. Sloan, shall we begin?"

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