Chapter 10. The Plague (2)

Alinta Devereaux

I laughed.

The instant I heard the elder’s words about my origin, I couldn’t help but laugh. I ignored the curiosity and disbelief that the others were throwing at me. Instead, I went near Lila—at least a meter away—to ascertain my safety.

Who knows what the elder would suddenly do? He might be amiable now, but he might also change his attitude later. If that happened, I might just as well kidnap or kill the poor good-for-nothing shrew.

“Elder must jest,” I said, smiling, “How could you say such words? I don’t belong to this world? Dear me! You’re hurting my feelings!”

I touched my chest dramatically, showing how sad I was for them not to include me as one of them.

However, as he exposed me, the elder didn’t even butt an eye. “You have nothing to worry about,” he said, assuring me, “If I want you dead, you’re already lying down cov