THE CHOSEN ONE
Tuuri watched us from the other side of the smoke, his eyes gleaming with that insane sparkle of someone who knew more than he let on.
If this place were a version of Wonderland, Tuuri would be some chaotic mix between the Mad Hatter and the Caterpillar. The only difference? No one here offered tea.
As I chewed on a juicy piece of meat, I noticed Kamari, Tuuri’s second-eldest daughter moving through the small space. She glided more than walked, silent as the smoke swirling above Tuuri’s head. Her long black hair fell like a dark waterfall down her back, her bronze skin glowed, and her large, rounded eyes always looked like they were on the verge of revealing a secret.
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