Gerzi was right, I didn't like what I was seeing or hearing for that matter. It wasn't difficult not to find Leila. In fact, it was more difficult forcing myself not to follow her when all my instincts said to grab her, throw her over my shoulder and walk through those f**king gates with her like that. She's like food, no like a drug invading my veins and very being. I follow her scent anywhere and since of late she's able to sense me too. Her gait is chaotic as she rushes into that prision of a castle leaving me without the gates and irritation floods me that I didn't stop her.
It isn't long before the sounds of horns and cheering meets our ears in the dingy tavern that I had found as a refuge. There are rascals, maybe murders, mercenaries inside, each finding other things to keep them occupied, until the commmotion grabs everyone attention again. My blood boils seeing Leila with him, seeing him smiling while that forced smile is on her face. She's not happy, though I
