Chosen of Kore: 37. Ghia
Ghia sighed as she pushed open the door to her room. She was tired. Training that afternoon had been beyond trying.
Ghia sighed as she pushed open the door to her room. She was tired. Training that afternoon had been beyond trying.
Their job eased the farther north they pushed.
Ghia's prediction of the tavern's business level had proved correct — hardly a patron stirred as Jules entered.
The shades were drawn in the top room of the Spire.
Aro hadn't come by the castle library in a while and, from the looks of it, neither had anyone else.
Ghia splashed her face with cold water and reveled in the sensation of tiny droplets caressing her skin, wiping her clean.
There were three tents set up at the edge of the shelter, where it would be colder and unprotected from possible rain, and space for several sleeping sacks close to the warmth of the blaze. The protection of the shelter’s high roof kept the ground mercifully dry. Aro went to...
Anala woke with a start and rolled onto her back, listening for a cause of her arousal. The wagon had stopped moving; the rocking no longer lulled her to sleep.
It had been midday when Anala and Aro had joined them.
“Your commanding officer seems…a little violent,” she commented when the call was over.