Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

Not the first time. Alarm twists its point deep in her belly.

Khusobek will be inconsolable. She does not need to read his eyes to know this. He seethes as a pyre, muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling with all the destruction he could inflict. With his restraint.

Eset looks up into the tight face, eyes wide in silent acknowledgment of this control, but communicating also that they were of the same mind in this.

Her attention is drawn back to the captor. She takes one step nearer the cell, face catching in a soft stream of overhead light.

“Are you Soto?” She asks the man, peering now more closely.