"This little thing's pretty fierce."
Malachi Arcanus couldn't help but frown and mutter.
Luna Sutton shot him an annoyed look. "That's the sacred artifact of the Veno-Herbalist Clan, don't underestimate it."
After saying this, she couldn't hold back a yawn—obviously exhausted.
Last night was a mess: first she tangled with Zeke Veridian for an hour or two, then slipped off to the Phoenix Clan to stick on Rebound Talismans, and raised hell.
On the way home, she stumbled on a couple acres of rice paddies, and spent another half the night harvesting grain with Zeke. Even an iron man would be wrecked.
All she wanted now was a good, solid sleep.
She turned and headed for the haystack behind her, grabbed a beast skin blanket and threw it over herself, then shut her eyes and quickly drifted off.
Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and Mael Valerius all knew she hadn't slept all night—a sure sign she was exhausted and dead on her feet.
