Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
She and Carl had just disappeared, it seemed.
I stifled a yawn as the elderly priestess preaching a sermon rattled on. She looked like she was over a hundred years old, from my perspective. Even Tempest, a fair woman with thin, blonde hair and glossy green eyes, looked bored, but she had been forced to stand behind the old woman while holding a large book in one hand, and a scroll in the other.
I met Tempest's gaze for a moment, and to my surprise, she gave me a soft, knowing smile before inhaling deeply and turning back to the crowd, blinking several times to stop the rush of fatigue threatening to put us all to sleep from overpowering her.