Behind Castle Walls

"How long have you been staying here?" he asked, breaking me from thought. I cringed. Knowing he must think it was just a few hours. "A week and a half..." I whispered, looking anywhere but his eyes. "Pipe up." He yelled at me. "A week and a half." I repeated. "There's no way in the world you've been here that long without me noticing." He said with an angry laugh. I racked my mind wondering how I'd get him to believe me. I closed my eyes and heard his voice loud and clear knowing I've vanished from his eye sight. "What the fuck is this...?" he questioned. I was right in front of him now. His tall, lean six foot two figure towers over my five foot six figure. His face is quizzical as he looks around and begins to take a step forward. As soon as he does I force my hand against his chest and become visible again. Bad idea on my part. His stomach is hard, not all abs though but hard showing that he has muscle and I feel somewhat light headed as I tilt my head back to look up at him. His eyes go cold and hard and he pushes me away from him. "What are you? Some sort of God damn magician?" his voice is loud and my eyes grow wide with his words. "Will you sit down and I'll explain?" I asked him. "I'm fine standing. Start talking." He says viciously. "I know about Kudevic. I know about your mission." I say