Chapter 14. Fury

The lamp inside her large tent causes her skin to glisten and the contours of her body to become more pronounced. Her pitch-black hair falls gracefully on her back as though deliberately trying to point at her buttocks. Facing a reflection of herself, she hums a song while cleaning up the color paintings on her skin.

Each time she dips her towel into the bowl of water beside her, she bends, revealing more of her backside to me.

Oh, is she beautiful!

The curves of her hips are perhaps the most alluring of all. I stare on with my mouth agape until an alarm rings in my head, cautioning me with a name: Karen!

She has been tending to Micah’s wounds ever since Grygnev, leaving me to cope with my new status amongst the folk. My brother, Zebedee, has been out for days with some Amorite leaders to inform the other clans of the latest happenings in the land and se