A bright light flickers in front of me, manually raised eyelids, “How is she doing? Was she bitten?” “No Sir, she will be fine, but it’s been a month sir,”
“A month? What’s wrong with her?” “Starvation, heat, her body collapsed Sir,” “Poor girl, all right, let me know as soon as she wakes up,” “Will do Sir,”
I stare at the woman before me, her brown locks flow along with the silent wind, her bright pink eyes flicker at me every second, I have never seen pink eyes before, it looks like contact lenses, “Issabella Clarke,” I nod swiftly, “Yes,”
She eyes me from head to toe, I probably look like a mess compared to her, “Any known skills?” I focus on her in thought; she cannot see I’m a hunter underneath all this bruised dirt? “Crossbow, bows, guns, and somewhat daggers,”
She nods
