“Wait! Where’s my bag?” I twisted in the saddle, searching for it. “I have plenty of food and water for the both of us. You don’t need it.” “I don’t care about the food and water. I care about Onyx!” “What’s an Onyx?” “Just give me the bag, Fisher.” If he fought me on this, oooh gods, I would raise the worst kinds of hell.
Me when it comes to keisa
