MARIETTA
“Please tell me that’s the… something something shelter,” Ruth said, breathing heavily as he gestured at the structure ahead of us and my mouth twitched into a small smile before I nodded.
“Yes, that’s the Argueuil shelter,” I replied and he let out a harsh breath while relief washed over his face because we had been walking for a long time now. There had been no horses in our village so walking was our only option.
“Oh, thank the Gods.” He paused to catch his breath while staring at the shelter that was at the top of a couple of flights of stone stairs. “If Rovy is not there, I’m going to be so pissed.”
“You and me both,” Milan said in a deadpan voice after glancing at Ruth and seconds later, he focused his attention on me. “Are you alright?”
I bobbed my head and plastered a
