(I wanna thank everyone who reviews and reads my stories, I'm really happy someone likes my stories other than me! I really try hard and hope to achieve more experience in writing. Anywhoz~ here's the 15th CHAPTER! Of Best Friends Stick Together! I am going to say that the next few chapters are my favorite because new characters will be coming in and Evelence and Connor kinda grow feelings for each other, it'll get pretty heavy in the ending but the ending is FAAAR away from this chapter. I will tell you there will at least be 20-24 chapters. Maybe more, but it all depends on the plots of the chapters. Anywayz, I'm so excited because one of my favorite characters is coming in this chapter or the next one. Not internally sure, but I'm playing by ear on the next following chapters because I forgot to write them on my phone lol. Anywhoz~ Enjoy! PRESS DA FRIGGIN' REVIEW BUTTON PEEPS!))
Chapter 15
Evelence awoke by the rays of the sun shining in her eyes. She extended her arm out to feel the comfortable fabric she was lying in, only then to remember what previously happened at the execution. Hickey injured her by placing a dagger sliding it down her waist, causing her to yelp. Thinking of it made her sick in her stomach. She was stripped off from her heavy armored suit only revealing the underclothes, a white blouse that was clean and brown leathered pants. Carefully, she lifted her shirt to see a bandage wrapped over her waist where the dagger had poisoned her to sleep.
After inspecting the injury, Evelence heard the door knob rattle. Once the door opened she could see Prudence carrying a tray of delicious food that made her stomach growl.
"My baby girl, you are well-rested yes?" Prudence places the tray of food to the side of her dresser, sitting on the edge of the bed she lay in.
"Yes, it felt as if I had been asleep for a thousand years." Evelence chuckled and winced, placing a hand over her injury.
"Well, I have good news for you from Connor and Achilles." Prudence stroked Evelence hair, twisting and brushing back her hair motherly. Mother was the word she described Prudence. In such a long time she had forgot about her mother. The only thing that could remind her of her mother was Prudence. If she were to look of the word Mother in the dictionary, she'd be looking at herself. Tears started to swell up, she Evelence turned to the side, pretending she was half awake.
"Washington is quite alright, not a scratch was left on him."
The tears stopped swelling which caused Evelence to turn back, carefully raising herself up.
"Washington? Where is he? Where is Connor?" Evelence brushed back the strands of her that fell from her back behind, stressfully. Prudence stopped her from clawing her scalp violently.
"They are alright. Connor went to Philadelphia to confirm the assassination was false."
Evelence let a sigh escape from her lips, relieved they were both alright. With Connor put aside, she could now focus on her mother. She already knew the pieces of puzzle the Templars kept from her. A slave she was. She had been captured, held up in the Frontier not far ways from Boston.
"Where's Achilles?" Evelence than added to the several questions she possessed.
"He is conversing with everyone, checking up on the rest in Homestead."
Another breath she held was released. Achilles and the rest were alright, it was her mother she was worried about most. If she were to meet her face to face at this age, what would she say to her? Would she be disappointed in her from causing so many deaths for business? Would she not remember her own child? Her golden eyes are the only one thing she inherited from her mother and father. She missed her mother too much and had longed to be in her arms once more. Even if it were a second, she needed her mother to say she loved her. Then the fear came over her. What if she didn't recognize her?
"He suggests you lay in bed for the week." Prudence placed the tray on her lap, placing it over Evelence.
"How long was I asleep?"
"About two days." Prudence replied nervously.
"Two days? Connor must have been furious!"
"No no no, he was actually scared, frightened you might never wake."
Scared? Frightened? This did not seem like the Connor she knew.
"Connor would never think of such a thing. He is busy recording data, planning, sorting, and arranging attacks so I can lead and direct him where-"Evelence was stopped by a finger placed on her lips.
"You may not think the same, but indeed he has been worried. In fact, he comes every night to check on you." Evelence listens carefully at Prudence choice of words. Worried? About her? This seemed false to her. He did not trust her one bit after the reunited with one another.
A growl broke the silence of her train of thoughts which caused Prudence to laugh.
"I must get going. I am capable of standing up." Evelence chuckled, setting the tray aside. Once she attempt to, she fell back down, causing the plates to lift. Luckily, there were no spills.
"Perhaps it is best if you eat first, yes?" Prudence carefully set Evelence on the bed. She arranged the silverware on the tray, preparing for her to eat.
"Thank you Prudence." Evelence managed to calm herself.
"You are most welcome." Prudence bowed her head and kissed Evelence's forehead, the same place where she had been scared.
"Once you are done, give me a call, I will come straight away."
Evelence nod her head once more and glanced down to her meal. Scrambled eggs were at the side alone with pancakes filled with syrup. Toast with jelly was next along to the tall glass of orange juice. It's bubbles notified her she had poured orange juice recently. Perhaps she had been waiting for her to awake.
Evelence lifted up the silverware and grabbed a piece of everything, shoving it all in her mouth like a pig. Yes, she had been taught manners, but two days with an empty stomach would simply not do.
Evelence enjoyed and savored the taste of eggs spinning around in her mouth along with the sour taste of orange juice trickling down her throat. A combination of these food items were delicious to her, she craved for more.
A few moments later Evelence had been done and called for Prudence. She did not reply and come in within the next ten minutes. Evelence raised an eyebrow and held her breath, listening to her surroundings. There was nothing but the sound of the wind blowing against the new repaired windows. She released the breath she held and controlled her breath takes. Evelence placed the tray to the side, uncovering the covers from her. She then thought of how to raise herself up without falling on the tray once more. After looking at her surroundings, she manage to scoot herself over to the stand that held the bed in once piece. Carefully, she grabbed ahold of the ledge and slowly raised herself up.
She stood there for what seemed like minutes, building her confidence to begin walking. She held in a load of air, grasping on as if it were her last breath. She took her first step without grabbing onto the stand of the bed. She set another foot in front of her, waving her arms around like a bird.
She managed to gain balance as if she were walking two days away. She walked and practice sprinting in the room, careful not to break any of Achilles decorations. She then walked across to the other side of the room to gain her momentum. After a couple of seconds of waiting, she sprint across the room, flipping from the wall to land back safely on the ground, causing a loud thud. Everything shifts from the room then gained its balance. Evelence sighed heavily and settled down. She was capable of walking, but what about handling the techniques she was capable of doing before the injury occurred?
She placed her thoughts to the side to focus on Prudence. Indeed, where was she?
Evelence adjusted herself and her outfit and walked towards the door, turning the knob to open. She exits the room and found the place empty. Not too long Prudence was in kitchen, washing dishes. Evelence could hear the pots and pans clanging against each other recklessly. Now there was silence.
Silence led to trouble.
Evelence travels the house expecting to find Prudence or Achilles. There was no one. From upstairs all the rooms were empty, leaving only the furniture inside. Evelence's heart accelerates while she began looking out through the windows. The two men down near the river were conversing with their wives. Everything seemed calm around the area in which she was eyeing from. No matter, she ambled her way down the stairs, grabbing ahold of the railing. She quickly jumps a staircase and immediately turned the knob to slam the door open. At the entrance Achilles stood with Prudence, waiting for her it seemed.
"It seems the damage wasn't so sufficient after all. You have done well considering your return on setting foot on this planet." Achilles chuckled, grasping on to his cane and glancing to Prudence who had a relieved look on her face.
"I told you she would be capable of handling herself." He told Prudence with a low chuckle. Achilles noticed she didn't answer, just happy to see Evelence was up and about.
"For whatever reason, if this happens again, she'll know what to do. She needs to learn not to rely on others for support." Prudence sighed and nodded to understand.
"Eveyln," He had called her by the nickname she was to be given. Evelence glanced to Achilles and came down from the steps to meet with Achilles.
"Connor won't be back until tonight, he thinks you will be in bed for the rest of the week. Considering you are still up walking just fine, I think you should practice on some of the techniques you lack in."
Evelence just raised an eyebrow.
"Camouflage," Achilles chuckled by seeing her expression. "The most important technique as in assassin, camouflaging." He continued. "Your injury may not be entirely severe for the most part, but that doesn't mean it can't hurt you from preforming your tasks." They both strolled onto a trail around the Mansion.
"I am quite sure my injury has been healed properly, which means I should be able to manage the techniques I have been taught before Hickey-"
"What Hickey did might not be so severe, yet it was still a minor injury." Achilles explained while they continued to walk the trail.
"But-"She was interrupted by the contact of Achilles cane on her injury. Evelence winced a bit and placed her arm on her injury, which caused the crows to fly away by her upcoming yelp.
"There is your proof." Achilles chuckled slightly by her reaction. Evelence rolled her eyes in response, glaring at Achilles along the trail.
"What do you propose then?"
"For a start, practicing to balance and camouflaging yourself in a crowd would suit for today's task."
Evelence looked at her surroundings, darting her eyes through the trees.
"Like the birds in the trees? If you look at the outline, you can see millions of them."
Achilles followed her eyes and nods his head.
"Precisely, now take what you see and use what the bird uses to blend in with the crowds in the streets." Achilles informs her.
"So you are suggesting for me to enter the city?"
"You are not to do this alone. Prudence needs to buy tools to make a crib for the baby, also tools to make her crops grow. You are to go with her and practice what you lack in." Achilles informed her, this time giving her a more serious glance. Evelence nods at his instructions and turns away leaving Achilles in the trails. She walks up the alley to find Prudence with a large basket in her hands.
"Achilles has informed you of where we are going, yes?"
"No, he only informed me I would help you with your supplies." Evelence helped Prudence carry the basket from her hands and placed it in the carriage.
"We are heading to New York to pick up some supplies, tools for my crops to grow." Evelence nodded and stepped into the carriage, but only to be stopped by Prudence.
"First, we must change your choice of clothing." Prudence grinned leaving a blank expression on Evelence's face.
The streets were flooded with people roaming around with supplies in their hands. People glared at her from every direction which made her feel uncomfortable. They whispered to one another, rumors she'd expect. She has heard of these rumors from women who were age. Mostly everyone else was too busy chatting with each other. No matter the false statements they whispered towards one another, she focused on her surroundings around Prudence and her.
Evelence adjusted the dress she stole for disguise the last time they were trying to receive word about Pitcairn. Its emerald color was cascading, flowing down fluently to her ankles. The sleeves as well fell flawlessly to the tips of her fingers, and her leather straps were strapped tightly to holster her blades in case on any circumstances. A populated area such as New York could lead to heavy thefts, yet she couldn't imagine the thought, for the place was flooded with Redcoats. Not a single one of them recognized her from the Massacre a couple of days past before she entered into a two day coma. For several minutes she had been following Prudence, blending with the crowd as she was told. She slipped herself through conversations while mocking gestures of the people who surround her. To her surprise, they were not aggravated by her sudden approach.
"Evelence!" Prudence called out for her. She responded by exiting out of the crowd to meet with Prudence. Evelence approached her to meet her side.
"There is a store, not too far from where we are, a store this man suggested for us to go to find a couple of shovels and rakes. You wouldn't mind tagging along?" Prudence pleaded with those chocolate brown eyes of hers.
"No, I would not mind at all. It feels nice to spend time with others such as yourself." Evelence grinned at the thought she just received.
"You are too kind." Prudence returned the smile herself and gently patted her shoulder.
"But you have always shown me kindness, I am thankful for that." Evelence bowed her head politely.
"It is something everyone deserves a taste from." She cupped her hands on Evelence's cheek. She shook her head from her thoughts and glanced around her surroundings.
"It is best we continue our shopping, I'm sure Connor would worry where you might have slipped off to in his return." Prudence giggled and grasped Evelence's arm to continue forth on their shopping.
"Tell me about her family and where you lived, I am quite curious myself to wonder what it's like to live in such a place, away from the troubles of the cities." Evelence listened carefully at her choice of words. Home? Her home was at Homestead. Perhaps she was talking about her true home. And her family. She had no family left except her ally and the people at homestead, including Achilles and Prudence.
"Yes, my home is very disconnected from the troubles of your people." She chuckled nervously at the remark.
"And my family," She paused for a moment, trying to figure out a way to respond.
"They are far away, I don't know where they are, but I hope I can find one of them soon." Evelence remembered her mother and her father playing along with Evelence, swinging her around.
"I am sure your family would find you. Every family loves their child, protects their child, until death."
Death. The word the reminded her of her father.
"My father died, and my mother is either with the Templars or dead." Evelence spoke out the truth. Prudence turned to see the expression lit on Evelence's face. Prudence bits her lip with a worried expression. She then sighed heavily, leading them both to a nearby alley.
"It is best to speak out what pains you the most than keeping it to yourself. It will only bite back to make you suffer." Evelence met eyes with her and curled the corner of her lips into a half smile. Indeed it did bite her back where it hurt the most, her heart.
"Connor has only spoke of his family and your family once, but he continues to keep it to himself."
"Yet he seems to handle it quite well." Evelence's grin began to fade.
"Maybe so, but this doesn't mean he is heartless. I can see the pain grow inside him, a piece that you have from him."
"I do not understand."
"You both have known each other since childhood. But it seems he has grown attached to you." Prudence grinned.
"Of course, he is my ally." Evelence tilts her head with a confused expression.
"He worries about you more than you can imagine. You have a piece that not everyone can grasp."
"Which is?"
"Ladies!" A couple of redcoats raised their muskets as if to scare them both.
"I'm afraid this area is off limits due to signs of death around the area."
Death. The word that kept appearing in her head.
"Do you know who caused the killing?" Evelence couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"I'm afraid that is classified information."
"If it's so classified-"At that moment Prudence pulls her aside, allowing her to speak.
"No trouble, we shall take a different route." Prudence nodded politely and turned her back against them. Evelence grew calm and studied her expression carefully.
"It is best not to attract attention while disguised in a women's outfit."
Evelence glanced down at the dress she wore. True statement she brought up. Lack of patience and obedience is what she lacked in.
"I apologize, Prudence." Evelence sighed heavily, aggravated by herself.
"No need, I am thankful you didn't cause a scene." Prudence chuckled a bit.
Another sigh of aggravation escaped her lips.
"Perhaps it is best if we are too spilt in case of any other distractions."
Evelence nods her head at the suggestion, "I will return to Homestead and bring back the supplies you need."
"There is no need to make such a task." Prudence chuckled nervously, waving her arms around.
"It is alright, I will not cause any scenes." Evelence allowed a chuckle to escape her lips.
Prudence raised an eyebrow, studying Evelence's wound.
"Are you sure this is what you wish?"
"Of course, I will be alright." Evelence assures Prudence and embraces her.
"Alright, I only beg of you not to return with anymore wounds." Evelence could see plead in her eyes.
"You need not to worry," Evelence assured her once more, returning the response with a serious expression. Prudence sighed heavily and nodded in agreement. They embraced once more and waved to each other to part ways. She had already picked the list from her pockets and some gold she had left in her pockets. Yet the roads had been blocked every street. Evelence cursed under her breath and thought of different ways to approach the shops.
The sun began to slowly fade down and Evelence had managed to make several attempts to pass through. The rooftops would simply not do, especially in her form she is previously in. Prudence always told her to never climb on the rooftops with a dress. It would cause a major distraction, she would say with a nervous tone in her voice. No matter, there was one entrance that wasn't as heavily guarded as other entrances, a simple route. Across from her path were a couple of Redcoats marching toward her. In front of them were a group of people chatting and arguing. If she could possibly slip past through into the crowd to reach towards the group, she would make a successful technique. She began the attempt, setting her time right. A couple of steps later the Redcoat's back were against hers. Quickly she managed to enter the crowd, camouflaging with the remaining people that surrounded her.
A success she made. She slipped past through the crowd and entered a group that could be heard by the streets. As she exits from the rural area, she found that a great population of New York were rushing and pacing themselves to meet in a specific place. Questions ran through her mind after observing the people around her surroundings. Curious and curious, she kept the basket she held close to her side, clutching it tightly. A couple of moments later Evelence spotted a familiar sign she ran into. Evelence then reached into her dress pockets, rummaging through what sounded like coins clanging together. She then felt a familiar texture. She grasped unto it and unfolded the paper she grasped unto. It was the store's name she had been looking at.
At her arrival she turned the knob and entered through the entrance of the store. A waiting line was the only greeting she expected. It was as busy as nearly half of the population in the streets. Everyone glared at Evelence, furrowing their brows. Evelence sighed heavily and exits the store, disappointed in what she experienced. The wait was twice as long as to wait to pay food at the food court where Connor and she would grab in case of a long trip. Evelence sighed heavily, walking around in the bitter cool air. The breeze kissed her cheek, adding a spark of ice. She clutched her basket and wrapped her arms around her, trying to keep herself warm. It was nice to stretch her legs out once more after lying in bed for two days straight. She could hardly believe it herself that she would sleep for two days straight. It felt as if she had been sleeping for a thousand years. Yet she didn't complain, it felt relaxing to sleep for two days. Yet throughout the days she skipped, the worry and fear continue to coil up in her mind.
Hours past and the sun glowed into a red and orange color. Each time she'd check back a much larger line would extend, eventually reaching outside, allowing the cold a chill air enter the store. This frustrated her more which made her return back to the Homestead. She was then distracted by the sounds of giggling and music playing. The violin creating a high pitched sound once the composer reached a high note. She noticed the people whom were making haste were reached toward the music filling in their ears. Cheering and ranting could be heard, from a block away. Evelence squints her eyes, observing the crowd and the music they were dancing too. Ambling her way, she could see a crowd of women and children swaying with the beat. Their arms tightly secured with one another, swaying side to side with the beat. They were dancing in circles and soon created a large circle. This made Evelence giggle. She continued to watch from a distance, observing how men and women danced around cheerfully.
She was then caught off guard when a woman grasped her hands, urging her forward and into the crowd. Evelence's eye widens and quickly breaks the woman's grip, releasing her hand.
"It's alright! You seemed lonely here, so I thought you may want to join with someone?" The woman allowed her to keep her hand. The woman kept her warm smile locked on her face, a warm smile she had seen before. The woman chucked and watched Evelence's expression.
"A dance won't hurt now would it?" She raised her brows, chuckling softly.
"No I suppose not." Evelence blinked a couple of times before responding. The woman curled the corner of her lips into a grin, grasping Evelence's hand to join the crowd. This time she was more comfortable knowing the woman showed no harm. The woman eventually led them both into the crowd. The music stopped playing and everyone claps and bows toward their partners in a polite manner. The next song plays and the woman takes Evelence by the hand and on the waist. Evelence winced in pain, only then to bit her lip, trying to ignore the pain.
"Do you know how to dance?" The woman chuckled. In fact she did, but when she was very young. At ceremonies, she would dance around with her parents around the fire at the village. Dances so traditional at the same village she lived in with Connor. She ignored the thought and answered nervously.
"No."
"Do not worry I will show you!" The woman giggled and swayed to the right, moving her foot to the side. The steps were a bit different from jumping, yet still had the same concept. They twirled around as the woman showed her the proper ways to hold the partner she is with.
Evelence then sped up along with the beat, making their dance even with the music.
"See! There you go!" The woman giggled and twirled her to a different partner. She was with another woman that led her on further in the center of the circle. They swayed quickly and smoothly and cheerfully which caused Evelence to slip out giggles from her mouth. Sounds of laughter filled the air along with hers, enjoying the music and the way they all danced. For several minutes they all switched with one another, grasping unto to slip unto her waist. She giggled and ignored the pain on her waist. Twirling around she eventually ended up in the middle of the circle, leaving the crowd to surround her, letting her enough space to dance.
Evelence tapped her foot to the beat, twirling around with the beat, spinning around till she was dizzy. She continued to sway and twirl around with the beat tapping and stomping her foot on the ground. She then glanced up at the sky and felt icicles dropping from the sky. She hadn't felt so overjoyed since she danced with the village. For the first time ever, she felt overjoyed, confident about herself. She continued to twirl around, while people joined with the beat, clapping and ranting for her.
A few moments later she was caught off guard when a hand secured her hand and twirled her around in the beat, joining her in the circle. It was a man wearing rather dark clothing and a hat at the top of his head. His coat swayed, covering her, sheltering her. It waved rapidly as they danced ever so swiftly. She couldn't help giggled throughout the dance. She locked fingers with the man and securely tightened her grip on his. The man let out a low chuckle, bending her over then to place her back to meet with his chest. Before she could observe the man's face, he continued to twirl around with her, swaying with the beat. She wasn't quite adjusted with her vision but was thankful when the music stopped.
Her eyes focused on man who danced with her.
"Good evening Eveyln, might I say you look beautiful." His deep and comforting voice spoke along with his warm smile. Yet all of that was a distraction, the real possible threat with his eyes. The eyes that dared to show a hunger to them. Haytham.
"Haytham," she managed those words to escape her lips, shocked and astonished to see him here.
She tried to release her hand from his grip, yet he continued to secure her hands in his.
"You dance so well, I am surprised myself to see a woman from my son's tribe knows how to dance to the English music."
"Why have you come here?" Evelence continued to struggle.
"To celebrate the holiday-"
"You speak blindly, why have you come?"
Haytham let out a low chuckle, "It seems you have caused quite the stir this evening. I was waiting for my ally, but it seems he has taken too long. I decided to wander off and I came across some animatedly music. When I came across the crowd, I noticed them cheering for someone. I decided to take a closer look, examine who was in the middle of the circle. It was you. The start shining in the spotlight."
"Father!" A familiar voice could be heard from a distance. The grip was released which caused Evelence to push aside Haytham with enough force.
"Evelence!" She knew who it was, the voice that raised with such anger when she was to be scolded.
She froze and turned around, only to be grasped by the waist once more. She glanced up to meet with Connor's gaze. His fierce eyes filled with fire as he glanced towards Haytham.
"I had instructed you to wait until my return." Connor pushed Evelence aside and grasped his father's clothing, raising him from the ground, just inches.
"And yet you do not release her as she asked." Connor gritted his teeth, pushing his father aside to cool down. Evelence sighed heavily and pushed Connor aside and tightened her grip on his collar.
"You must calm yourself, remember what I had said about managing your emotions." It was her turn to steal his fierce eyes, placing in her eyes. Connor grasped Evelence waist and began observing her injury.
"Are you injured?"
"For god sakes boy, I didn't injure her."
"You certainly pressured her injury while you two danced carelessly."
"Should I have known she had an injury?"
They continued bickering about the subject and complained, raising their voices louder to where the people around the festival would start to dance in a different direction. They sounded as if two dogs were barking towards one another, continuous.
"You didn't return quickly enough after I specifically instructed you make haste."
"So you decide to wander off, grasping an injured ally of mine?"
"Quiet!" Evelence barked towards the both of them, aggravated by their continuous arguing.
"It seems you have upset your lady."
"You must be joking!" Evelence broke the tension between the two men as the continued to bicker to their selves.
"You are returning to Homestead yes?" Evelence ignored the scene they caused and completely changed the subject. Connor glanced towards Evelence who was reflected his anger on her. He sighed heavily in frustration and nods his head, still eyeing Haytham's cautiously.
"We shall meet here after I return her to Homestead." Connor then grasped Evelence's waist, tightening his grip without realization. Evelence struggled to break free but couldn't manage.
"Connor, you are making my injury worse."
No reply.
"Ratonhnhaké ton I understand you are furious about his choice of actions, yet I have told you previously to manage your emotions! You are tightening my injury which causes me in pain! Listen to me for once." Evelence pushed him aside, managing to walk back to Homestead. From behind Connor quickly twirled by her wrist, making her face him. Connor tightened his grip by her shoulders while sending her into a dark alley along with him.
"You expect to converse with a man and dance-"
"Perhaps you have forgotten that you are not the only one who fears for their village and their people. You push me aside as if I am yet a child, clueless, hopeless, and weak." Evelence gasped for air as the frustrated boiled inside her.
"You have been with more serious injuries and yet neither me nor Achilles push you aside. Why is it so different for me? Yes I am a woman, yet that doesn't make a difference. I am just as capable as you are, yet you're too blind to even know it yourself. You let appearances and you lack of half of the techniques Achilles has taught you, including me." Evelence grabs his wrists and kicks him aside, twisting to run up and safely land on her feet once more.
This time Connor catches her wrist and pulls her in gently.
"Appearance does not affect me-"
"Then why won't you just trust me for once! Achilles sent me here even with my injury. He still believed I am fine, why can you not see that?" Evelence frowns.
"Because I only feel concern for you." Connor continued glaring at Evelence with an aggravated and impatient look. "You say much yes, but have you proven your statement?" Evelence felt silence between her and Connor. There wasn't much space between them both. In fact they could feel each other's breath.
"Let us go back." She looked away, hiding the tears in her eyes. Anger fueled up in her, boiling as water in a pan on the stove. "I will prove to you that I am capable just as much as you are." She stopped the tears that flowed, realizing the childish scene she made. Yet she was still determined to prove him wrong. He felt concern for her? No such thing.
"You may not think the same." She heard Prudence's voice in her head.
She knew he did not, he was just aggravated by her child some behavior. He would never feel concern for her, an ignorant child. Evelence then shakes the thoughts from her head, surprised to feel Connor lift her on her horse, his arms wrapping around hers to grip the lasso, causing the Black Mane to return home.
Home.