35 Meimi
Thorne and I embrace.
This should be the happy ending and hugging part of my life.
Not exactly.
A group of Umbrans lurk nearby. Some dress as cowboys and cowgirls. Others seem like they just came offstage on a Wild West floorshow. More wear simple white robes. Yet although they all dress differently, these Umbrans have one thing in common.
They look like hungry dogs salivating over fresh steak. And in this scenario, Thorne and I are the red meat.
Thorne raises his hands. “Listen to me. My parents are gone. I’m sure you all have questions about what happens with imperial rule. Let me assure you, everything is absolutely fine.”
The crowd calms down a bit. Go Thorne.
My transcendent continues. “As you all saw with your own eyes, Meimi and I took in Crown Sentient. There is no
