The night came and we waited inside a van for Roslyn. She said there'd be at least 4 pairs of same-s*x mates.
"Desert Jungle Pride is merciless," Brandon commented. He was our designated driver today while Bryce sat on the passenger seat. “They still refused to join the GISC just because the Council would want them to change their messed up system.”
"Wait, wouldn't their escape be a problem for us?" I asked. “Roslyn is a queen and if she escapes, wouldn’t the pride hunt her?”
"Remember their rule?" Stephen asked and I nodded in understanding. Once they pass through this white brick path, they're free from their pride.
Aaron sat on the window seat while I squished in the middle. They were arguing on who can sit beside and I ended up in their lap, sitting on both of their legs.
Margaret
