The tents were close to Vicer’s own, and I wasn’t entirely surprised when Demos took my hand and led me inside the tent he’d been designated. He sat on the small stool, and his head fell forward, until it was resting against my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair. “I should have seen this coming,” he said. “I hadn’t realized you were a seer,” I said mildly. He snorted, but he didn’t lift his head.
Failing the “try not to highlight every Asinia & Demos segments” challenge
