The people seek a leader to avoid dearth.
ZINA
Zina and Seraph visited the honorary mass grave that existed in the capital accompanied by her warrior Ablanch. And there, they carved a headstone for Xoli, the man who had died while protecting her and after she had escaped from the rogue camp.
Zina never forgot about the man. Tucking him away somewhere at the back of her memories became easy because he was after all somehow connected to all the bad things that Zina wished to forget… bad things that Daemon had unceremoniously dredged up when she was in her heat.
They were still yet to resolve a lot of things between them. Like what happened to Xalea Borne, and the fact that Daemon sounded like he knew more about what happened to her than she would ever understand.
That night you died…. And after you died, somehow you came to live.
