Chapter Two Hundred-Sixty-Three – The Young Genius
Thales snapped from his thoughts when his back was forced to a hard surface and Zara's arm slammed on the wall by his side.
His breathing hitched as she leaned over him, peering into his eyes. "I asked you a question, Thales."
At that point, he took notice of her clothes. That skimpy attire those traveling dancers wore? The small red linen pants and tight top, with a silver rope of bells.
It caused a knot to tie in his stomach when he saw how fitting they were on her. He dragged his eyes to her face. "I trust you but I also need to do something."
"Something more importantly than us, me, this place?"
She made things harder, but that's what he'd expect from his Master's demanding daughter. He forced himself to nod so she'd understand. "It's truly important."
Zara's eyes widened, then reduced to a slant. She left him, folding her arms and turning away.
