Once teemed with activity, the village where the Clan of Vaquero resided, was now more silent than a graveyard.
Celina abruptly stopped closing her eyes and inhaled the dewy air. Her arm and skin at the back stung in the cold weather. Images of those unfortunate days flashed through her mind and she hated herself for not being able to leave her past behind.
Despite the pain, she trudged along the cobbled street, creating an aura of her own Formation around her that helped her stay put in the freezing temperature. It was the night she'd meet the man, the one among the many sources she had made since her return from Uttarameer. The anticipation of resuming her actions was unlike anything she had felt before. It has been a while since the circumstances had felt affordable. Having been silent for all these days, she had been hoping for her friends to have forgotten about the girl with the purple hair running around loose and in a killing spree. And now she craved for some development in the direction she had decided to head for.
In the whitish brilliance of the moonlight, a shadow emerged from behind the hut. The corner of the street was full of wild bushes and shrubs. Nobody roamed in the streets at this time of the hour, thanks to the beasts, and nobody knew about the meetings held at the location every other week. A prompt smile tugged on her face. He was already waiting for her. Good.
"Talk to me," she said, standing in front of him, having her hand ducked in the pocket of her jacket.
He rubbed his hands and blew in it trying to adjust with the cold. "It's difficult to figure out. I don't think I have anything new for you tonight."
"Don't disappoint me already."
"Celina Hanslay," he said, getting scared when the bushes beside them rustled in the slight wind, "I've come here to tell you once and for all that extracting details about Shashi's tomb is next to impossible. Nobody, besides him, knows where he's hiding it. He never shared it with anyone and did not let a word to pass around."
"Not even Shourya has figured out?"
"No! I told you Shourya's been busted. And it scares me to see his condition. You've made me just like him."
"We need more folks like him. Pretty convenient it gets to the people like us. Clan of Pradhan has tortured me for months only if I knew that they can be a friendly clan..."
"You've tortured me as well. And we are not friends."
"Business it is, I'm aware. So let's get back to it. Why is Shashi so calm these days? It's bloody intimidating, you know?"
"If it's calm, then consider a storm coming up."
"Is Pruthvi still a target?"
"Yes. He always will be until Shashi gets rid of him."
"What about Tyrell? Anything about him?"
"He is locked in the basement."
She gritted her teeth. "That doesn't help me."
"All I heard from Shourya is that he's somewhere in the Sherwood Forest."
"Excuse me?"
He sighed in frustration. "Sherwood Forest. It comes under Dakshinpur, but also a part of it extends to Paschimgarh. Everyone knows that the forest is Shashi's home. Many have spotted him roaming there in and around. Most of the abducted women had been found dead there. The forest is known for its hundreds of caves and rock shelters, and there is a possibility that Tyrell is locked in one of those caves."
"Doesn't sound like the information is apt."
"It is from Shourya that I've heard. And you know how he is. I'm just telling you what he has come up with. Now you decide whether or not to trust this information." Crack! He jerked at the sound of a twig snapping and sniffed. "Seems like someone's watching us. I need to go. See you next week."
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(Book 5) Hayden Mackay and The Pride of Haima-Endira
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