Two Eyes Cenote The Devil Went Down to Georgia

The woman remained quiet. Though she had no choice but to trust Herod’s words, a gnawing feeling in her stomach warned her that the lion's plan might not unfold as smoothly as he so confidently suggested. Her eyes flicked toward Ransem’s shadowed face, trying to read the expression beneath the hood of his brows, before they returned to the golden elder, her heart still unsettled.

Of course, Herod, she finally replied, her voice steady though her heart was not. It was the most ladylike response she could manage, and she dipped her head slightly as though that simple act of agreement might fortify her resolve. I will gather up my things and meet you at the new site.

She tried to sound brave, but the thought of returning to the desert's relentless heat made her heart sink a little lower in her chest. The palace, with its cool stone floors and shaded rooms, had offered her a fleeting reprieve from the merciless sun! Now, the very idea of once again facing the desert’s scorching rays, and unforgiving sands made her skin prickle with dread. She was not looking forward to it—not one bit!

As she turned to leave, a flicker of uncertainty remained, but she held her chin high and moved with as much grace as she could muster, her thick, mountain-made coat brushing softly against the dunes. The desert was waiting for her, but so was the promise to finally end all this madness! With that thought in mind, she steeled herself for what was to come, hoping—praying—that Herod's plan would finally bring the peace they sought.