'How could someone be so infuriating but at the same time be beautiful while at it?'
Szeina tried not to glare. Feeliz had her blood boiling, but she was indebted to the tribal woman. Without their timing, she and Yvann would have been doomed trying to save the twins who haven't spoken a single word.
Despite their argument, Szeina knew she needed to have a truce with Feeliz. Her skin crawled with the chilly wind blowing past.
Their steady breaths were the only sound that blended with the noise the crickets were making. Other than that, there was nothing.
If they were to hear another owl hooting, they all knew by now that it would be a good sign to run.
"Alright," Szeina cleared her throat, eyeing Feeliz and her companions.
In the laws of survival, pride needs to disappear and build allies. No matter how temporary, an ally is an ally. Its validity is up to their usefulness.
