Piea sighed, glancing every now and then at Yesterday. "Brot --"
"It's Camilo* Yesterday, Huntress." He broke her off without looking up. Piea nodded. "Right, Yesterday... why did you come back? You barely know me, so for all you know, I'm a possessed murderer."
"Huntress Piea, what you need to understand here is loyalty. I had made a vow to Father Abad, essentially selling my soul to a messenger of Gods. Before he died, he... made me vow my life to yours. By loyalty, by vow, I am bound to you."
"So... I get no say in such matters?" "I'm afraid not, Huntress. But then again, with your condition, you'd not get far --" "Are you calling me weak, Yesterday?" "No! That is not what I meant at all, Huntress!" Piea settled for a teasing growl at him, and snuggling even deeper into his arms.
"Be careful there, Huntress. I dare not drop you if I can, but should you squirm about, I hold no promises." Yesterday warned, and Piea laughed.
A few miles later, Piea spoke up once again. "Yesterday, you look different. What happened? No nonsense, understand?"
"That's not relevant." "Yes, it is. Do not make that an order." "It's not." "Then tell me what has happened to you!" "Huntress, I cannot!" "Why?!"
"My concern is for your safety. I cannot say anything beyond that, for--" Yesterday cut himself off, shaking his head. "Here, we're almost there. I need to rest for a moment."
Piea scowled, but relented. "Fine, but dare not think you shall get away from this."
"I pray not, Huntress."
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*Camilo is pronounced CAM-EE-OH. Emphasis on the EE.
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Legends of Piea
FantasíaLily Farge was a convicted murderer. Of course, the truth does have a way of making itself into lies. Now, Piea must find out who Lily is, and why she committed the most unforgivable sins.
