"You must take good care of her!" Noami reminded Noah for the umpteenth time while he and Julius arranged their luggage in the trunk.
"Yes, but where is she? We must reach the inn before sunset." Noah yakked. Waiting for Freya was getting tiring. For unknown reasons, someone who lived most of her life in captivity, Freya, had more luggage than Noah. Also, now she was doing something inside the house while the rest arranged the luggage.
"I am here!" A bright voice echoed, gaining their attention. She was wearing a floral yellow summer dress and a denim jacket that went along with it. Her porcelain skin glazed under the sunlight. Even though Noah was pissed at her a while ago, he could not wave his eyes off her.
"What is this?" Julius skimmed, snapping Noah out of his trance.
"Food for
