Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Busty curved her hands into fists and shoved her jagged nails into the flesh of her palms. Soon, she could feel a cool liquid trickle from her palm to her wrists. She shivered at the contact, and for a moment she thought about bringing her tongue to her wrist.
Breathe.
Sorokin had been very clear about what she was meant to do and when had Sorokin led the tribe astray?
Are you sure that’s not your heart speaking?
Shut up and breathe.
Busty had been trying to go over Sorokin’s parting words. She could not help but wonder if Sorokin was simply relaying orders from the tribe leader. But Sorokin was also a member of the rebellion. Question was, which side was he loyal to, and even if she somehow managed to get to Joseph before the coup, would he listen to
