Michelle was sitting on the bench outside the pack house. The night air was cool and crisp, and Michelle felt her entire body tense up as the slight wind kissed her skin.
She had heard about Arya going to visit her aunt and uncle the next day, and she sat there contemplating whether to inform Alfa or not, since her two alies who were at the gate were now gone.
By the way Rodriguez had described the short man with brown eyes and round face, Arya instantly knew it was Yalandro. Only the Goddess knew if he survived or....
Alfa had been feeling a lot of guilt, and maybe by talking to Arya, he can overcome that feeling and move on. But what if Arya knows that there is still someone else here, giving out their information to Alfa?
Then again, they might understand each other and make up for lost times and move on. But, how would she call him without raising suspicion?
The answer came in the form of a blue-eyed, dark-haired girl. Arya!
