Sweat dripped down nonstop. Soon, her clothes were soaked with it.
Sticky and disgusting, it clung to her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Sophie Sullivan couldn't understand what had possessed Thomas Shannon to decide that crossing the desert was the way to deal with his frustrations. She thought it wasn't a way to find relief but just another way to cause himself problems!
"What's wrong?"
Behind her, the man seemed to sense her mood change and asked softly in her ear.
Sophie Sullivan's mood had become irritable with the seemingly endless journey ahead.
"Thomas Shannon, I'm curious, why did you choose to cross the desert?" How could someone like him, who lived a life of luxury and nobility, want to invite trouble by crossing the desert?
He didn't seem like someone who had the leisure time to embark on a great adventure, especially one that risked his life.
