Gray clouds had settled into the skies above Aladar, threatening to loose a torrent of rain. Threatening but never making good on that promise. The air was still muggy and hot. Uncomfortably so, in Desa’s estimation. Now, when had that happened? She had never minded the heat in her youth. Years of living in Northern Eradia with its forests of pine trees had changed her.
She walked with Tommy down a narrow street lined with white-bricked townhouses with dark shingles on their roofs. There was no one in sight, no people on the street, no cars driving past.
Tommy walked with his hands in the pockets of his duster, his mouth compressed into a frown. “You think…” He glanced over his shoulder with worry plain on his face. “You think she’ll forgive me?”
“I wish I knew.”
“But-”
Tossing her he
