I leaned against the carriage, casually playing with Tristan's shirt, while he spoke to one of the guards, Aaron, about today's travel plans. I hated how my mates were making me feel. I never wanted to stop touching them. Perhaps that's why I had two mates. When one got annoyed with my clingy behavior, I could just go to one of the others.
Tyrian was talking to Roman about the death and cleanup and I frowned as I listened to them.
''Should we keep Roman?'' Nala asked over one of the guards putting bags on top of the carriage, shaking it slightly.
''I don't know. He seems fine, and the pack don't appear afraid of him,'' I commented as I pushed off the carriage, glared at the guard, who looked down nervously and wandered over to some women talking by a bread stall.
''Hello.'' I smiled wa
