She followed the path that wound around the mountains east of Jocia. She had a niggling feeling in her mind that someone might be following her. Every so often she’d look around, wondering if Reynaldo or the other Shadow Blades might be behind her, or if there was someone worse.
She moved on through most of the night, paranoid that if she stopped, something might happen to her. When she could walk no further, she made camp, sleeping under the thick branches of something that seemed half-tree, half-bush.
It was hard to sleep with all the thoughts racing through her mind. Varga, did she really love him? Did he really love her? Would they ever be together? Could they?
What of Reynaldo? She’d thought she was in love with him once. Despite feeling like she’d made the right choice, there was always the feeling in the back of her mind, the memory of the times they’d shared.
She thought about the tattoo on her back too, now anyone she was intimate with would know she’d sold her body for sex.
Most importantly, she thought about her goal. Octoton was close now, though it felt like she was back to where she started, alone, with no help. She’d have to figure out some other way to stop Giuliette and save her family.
She kept still, hoping that nobody was following her. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.
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