It was seconds, I could tell, but the stare-down between myself and the woman who was trying very hard to make it into number one on my hated list seemed to go on for eternity. The noises and excitement from the feast seemed to die around me, and it felt like I was back in the desert.
And Desena was a reminder of why I left this world in the first place.
"Is there a problem?" I placed a hand on my hip, arching an eyebrow.
Her head reared back a bit, probably in surprise that I decided it was worth the effort to speak to her. This indeed was the first time a dialogue between us was happening.
"Why should you believe something is amiss?" She copied my posture. "You have returned, have you not?"
"Don't act like you are happy," I clicked my tongue. "The way I remember it, last time we sp
