She Dances to Drums

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 39 (v.1) - 39

Submitted: July 23, 2019

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Carney hadn't heard anything about the man who's arms were around Milana-Macayle like his had been. He couldn't accuse her of unfaithfulness- and really, neither could she. There was unspoken words for intentions, but that's as far as it had gone. Despite it being so, he couldn't help but glare. Disgusting display of affection. He didn't try to shrug off Alice as she clung to him, walking steadily towards the couple.

"Have you seen the size of these bugs?", Alice nearly wailed, swatting rather hysterically around her, drawing more than a few glances.

Milana-Macayle coddled Valemia in her arms, breaking the embrace seconds before Carney arrived, his jaw set, "You'll get used to them."

"Ew!", Alice shrieked again, glaring at Behgha when he all-out laughed at her. Possibly because she wasn't the first foreigner who made such a stink. Even Milana-Macayle had shuddered.

"I see you moved on quickly, Mil," Carney spat through clenched teeth, swatting a fly away from Alice's head before pulling her closer to him. Why pretend anymore?

"What do you mean?"

"This," he waved his other hand dramatically towards Behgha as if he wasn't a human being.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Carney, but really, this isn't the time."

It wasn't as if they had anything better to do, the first day always being a "tour", but to cause a scene wasn't acceptable.

Behgha frowned, so this was the infamous Carney. He was taller than him by a good three inches, his complexion ghastly, even compared to Milana-Macayle's. His eyes a steely blue peering at him with a revolted demeaner. He wouldn't let it phase him. Why return evil for evil? "Bochi should be here...," he looked around, perhaps she had gone back for Labaan, "Will you come?"

Milana-Macayle nodded, slipping her hand in his, like it was the most natural thing in the world, as they headed towards the trail that conjoined Bochi's and his.

Carney stared after them, perhaps this is why she no longer smelled like vanilla cupcakes. Disgusting.

 

 

 


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