Chapter 33

The wind was picking up intensity. What had been a calm blowing had turned into gust- harsher, chillier, sending small puffs of debris on Talin's face. Her long lashes shielded her eyes from the sand. It was her heart she was wary of. Uncertainty was making a fool out of it. Her mind was telling her to wait it out. Years of training on survival had taught her to watch from a distance and observe. It had spared her life many times, often when she wasn't in the confines of the city. Though a...