Lion Head Mesa Agápi

After he had gone to hunt for the queen and to inform her that Ramesses requested her presence, Arsenio did not waste his time. There was no need for goodbyes, no reason for him to bid the mesa wolves any kind of farewell or thank them for their hospitality. His mind burned with the thought of Tamar’s freedom. The price had been much too high, but the Greek did not care, and he would not allow it to halt his pace.

@Tamar, his voice sounded through the stockroom. His eyes scanned the living quarters.

Tamar!

The thrum of his heart could be felt in his throat, beating like a battle drum. Where was she? Where had his autumn leaf gone. Arsenio paused for only a moment. His eyes searched the caverns of Akashingo in hopes that she would appear, as she had many times before when he had wished it.