Two Eyes Cenote adamantium

Eset insisted on taking him herself. Talisman’s dismay deepened as he exchanged a final glance with Tavina, his pale eyes full of pained questions he didn’t think he’d ever get to ask.

Silently, he slunk after the Hebsut through the hallways. He paid no attention to their surroundings now, out of a sort of self-preservation. He wouldn’t get to live here, nor serve here. Talis found his distress so severe, tears sprang to his eyes and his throat tightened.

When Eset addressed him, it took great effort to swallow the lump in his throat and say, Nowhere.

He didn’t think he could return to The Tribe. Perhaps he could hunker down somewhere and wait for an opening in Muat-riya. Talisman’s heart clenched as he considered his insipid options.