“Please, buy me a painting, mommy” she began crying. The soldiers were now watching the drama.
“I’m not your mommy, dear” he said to her softly despite the growing anger in him. He had used his masculine voice but the child till q to him.
She kept on dragging him, pointing at the painting shop. He had just left Kiam without any money or he could have bought it for her and leave in peace.
Was this the goddess Kalema punishing him for killing her disciples? Well, she should add using magic on her people to her charges.
He looked down at the girl.
He hated using magic on children, they recovered late. But he had no choice now. His eyes flashed gray and the girl loosened her grip.
The soldiers were walking closer to him in their horse. She had brought attention to him.
He needed a dive
