The SoulBorn Queen
And if we reported anything, who in this dump of a city would give a damn?
"And your Thomas?" I asked calmly.
Celina gave me what I thought was her try at a pleasant grin, probably as she remembered the cash I was now carrying, but her gaze was drawn to something behind me. "Your friend is waiting for you."
I spun around. As a matter of fact, Isaac was standing across the square with his arms crossed and leaning against a structure. Even though he was the oldest son of the only affluent farmer in our village, he was still slender from the winter, and his brown hair was now untidy. We were drawn to each other by a sort of darkness that lay beneath our somewhat attractive, quiet, and shy perso