Two Eyes Cenote gods of the arena

"yes," tavina murmured, a sliver of protective, understanding jealousy worming its way beneath her collarbone. "she is worth it."

meseba was bid to lie down; she pulled pelts to his broad shoulder. "i will wake you in three hours."

eset was worth it; he would not have more time to lie in slumber for that reason, but their accord had become the same.

guardianship of their hebsut.

outside the entrance, she drifted, leaning against the cenote wall.