DEVON
Usel’s shadow kept the sun from beating down on me as we progressed through the wasteland that we now lived in. The one thing she was finally good for I thought grouchily. Of all the people to have to escort me, Shamshiel had chosen her. She hadn’t really tried to talk to me, or even do much other than fly, stop to use the bathroom, and eat. She was thankfully letting me set the pace and had given me my weapons back. I had sand in my boots and my goggles on, because like all Shamshiels descendants her bright yellow/blue eyes could cause vision loss. Suddenly I felt the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up, a prickling sensation running down my back and I froze. Hands closed around my waist as I was lifted up in the air by Usel.
“Stay down” she commanded, her voice low and ev
