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Fifteen hours later, Zeda’s eyes blinked open to see Kamaz directly opposite the bed she was lying on. He was in a black shirt and a pair of black trousers, his hands pocketed as he stared at the trees outside the window.

His eyes were fixed on the trees that were holding leaves that almost appeared grey because of the ominous light the moon was shedding coupled with the starless night.

And yet he could not recognize colour, nor the hour, nor any figure.

He should have left the lair with Zeda when the Sixth leader was being lowered into the pool of Purification for healing but just before Zeda succumbed to the heaviness in her eyes, she had said she wanted to stay,

She had looked at him, the purple of her eyes back to position, and Kamaz could not refuse her.

And so a room had been gotten for them in the lair.

There, he wiped the cuts and bloodstains by her temple, and as he tenderly wiped them off, his anger tripled.