Chapter 29: Of What was Felt

Larson rushed into the inn. When he stepped inside Nyatalia’s room, the covers were in disarray. His heart thumped in his ears.

“Where did she go?” The boy checked the other room, but she wasn’t there either.

He tried asking the innkeeper, but he wouldn’t respond to his questions. The dark-skinned man only stared through him.

“What is going on?” The boy slammed his palms on the solidified sandy table.

Curses littered his mouth as he nursed the bruised area. Larson waddled to the kitchen for some bandages. After flipping over the cabinets, he ended up cooling the inflamed area with running water. It didn’t help ease the swelling.

“Do you need help with something?” A soft hand tapped his shoulder.

Larson jumped, “Gah! Your Hi—I mean Nyatalia!”

“I got bored and walked to T’khamun Central Library for something to read.” She explained herself with glowing green eyes. “Did you know they have some books displayed on their shelves from the ruined ancient Library of Alexandria?”