Serpent Lake dulce

The girl met him with a glassy blue gaze. The darkness of her coat was like a cloak that draped down her back, concealing her to shadow more than snow. The creamy highlights were masked by the snow that had gathered on her hairs and dappled her in a series of white freckles. Arsenio thought she looked slim to be on her own in the dead of winter. When she mentioned her parents, he shook his head.

It is too cold to be out alone. You could seek refuge where it is not so bitter, hm? I belong to a place on the mesa, he gaze flicked toward Akashingo. If you walk with me, I will feed you.

Guilt surged inside of him. He had found a girl lost from her parents and his instinct was to lure her back to the Pharaoh as a prize. Arsenio couldn’t allow it to matter to him. He needed to set Tamar free.