"We have to get moving." She could hear the voice of one of the men who'd come to get her talking. "It's not safe here. Since they've lost their puppet, they might as well be thinking of getting another."
"Then let's start moving." Another person spoke up.
Yasmine drowned out their words, only concentrating on her father's dead body. She was sure they wouldn't allow her to plan and give him a good funeral, but the least the could do was help bury him, right?
At least, she hoped they would.
The twins seemed to come to an agreement. They walked off to the side slightly, and conversed in very low tones, discussing what their next move would be. They seemed to be arguing for a couple of minutes, unable to come to an agreement.
