Pixie The Great

[Ivan’s POV]

A sigh of content escaped me as I looked down at the sleeping woman in my lap. It seemed that I had worn Arissa out with my punishment, and now she was out cold, allowing me to be alone with my thoughts.

Outside, the sky was an ominous gray and the carriage shook with the fierce wind that was beginning to pick up. I could only hope that we could manage to find a place to hunker down before the storm struck. Otherwise, I feared that the trail leading up to Doragon would be too treacherous.

Lifting a hand, I knocked on the wall behind me, drawing Markus, our driver’s, attention towards me. After only two knocks, a small slab was pulled aside, allowing me to see Markus’ eyes as they looked in to see what I wanted.

"We need to pull over soon." I ordered, keeping my voice low so that I wouldn’t wake Arissa. "We won’t be able to continue until this storm passes."

"There is a small village up ahead." Markus suggested.

"Do you mean the Baculum tribe?" I asked.

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