章 70: Blood Loss

  Dedari looked all around him and sighed, his mind remembering and pausing on the imagery he had seen before the attack had commenced on his sister; the old woman. He didn't really know her, but he had caught her staring at Zande sometimes, especially during their concerts. But this time around, he had seen her communicating with a young boy of not more than seventeen years old, before she had disappeared into thin air. Who was that boy? He wondered, even as he remembered the old woman who had taken them in during the destruction of their kind.