The wind that blew against their bodies as they walked through the thick forest brought a chill with it, thus kicking them both into high alert. To Mira, it felt as though they were being watched.
“Stop”, Mira said, holding out her right arm to stop Raya from moving.
Mira quietly listened to the wind and looked around, as though she was looking for something.
“Only a coward watches from the shadows. Show yourself!” Mira commanded.
In obedience to her words, the wind blew in the direction of a cave up ahead and a male figure slowly emerged from it. The man had no clothes on and had long, rough hair. But that was not the fascinating thing about this man.
“Good evening”, he greeted in an icy-tone, accompanied by a British accent. His voice could be heard all around the forest like his vo
