Chapter Thirty-ThreeIt was late when we arrived in my living-room, me bloodied and full of holes, Zantry quiet and distant.
Mwara sat on the couch, feet tucked under her, a touchscreen cellphone in her hand. She startled at our sudden arrival, lowered her phone and stood. There was relief in her eyes, gone the moment she took in the blood on my clothes and face. I was surprised when her lips tightened with guilt. Zantry gave her a faint, reassuring smile, raked a hand through his hair.
“Anything new happened while we were gone?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“You alright?” He asked next, always the considerate gentleman.
“Yeah,” she replied, shifting from one foot to the other and lacing her fingers together, the phone sandwiched between her palms. “I, I wasn't sure when to expect
