“Did I hear a roar earlier?” I asked, hoping a change in subject would soften her gaze. She opened her mouth, but before she could answer, her attention shifted over my head. There was no need to turn to see who stood at my back. I felt his presence. It was as noticeable as the waves of heat rolling off the fires. Tillia ducked her chin, then disappeared into the cluster of tents. Trading one babysitter for another. “Am I not allowed to be alone?” I asked as I turned to face the Guardian. “Your tent is safe.” There was a taunt in that statement. No one, not even my husband, would venture
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