Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 7]

With a nod, I went back to leading the bison, though I pulled on the reins to make it stop as Roman approached. Much like Pyrrha thought, I could barely make out the words above his head. They blended in with the sand and with the sun high in the sky, they were faint and muddled. It was obvious he couldn't see ours either, otherwise he wouldn't have come so close. His face was much more recognisable, tanned and dirty, but still wearing that slimy smile.

"Hello there," he called. "Do you have a moment to help a traveller in need?"

He was desperate and alone in the desert, a dangerous thing for anyo- no. I bit my lip until it hurt, which helped me fight off the frustrating compulsion to believe him. I could see why no one else was able to.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 7]