33: Brice
Brice
Brice found himself back in the city.
He should’ve walked into the desert. He could’ve avoided all these bloody idiots, just the sand and the night. None of this constant chatter, all these bodies. Why the hell were they out and about anyway? Wasn’t like this was a decent part of the city.
Not that there were any of those. Why the hell had Ryann brought them out here? Couldn’t she have found somewhere better?
This place stank. The desert heat still clung to the stone, but now it competed with greasy food, with sweat and whatever these people washed themselves in. Or maybe it was the stale sweat that clung to the clothes they’d been wearing all day.
Apart from the ones who were all tarted up, like there was somewhere to go in all this stone. The buildings were pretty s
