Chapter • 36

♱ • 1750 B.C.. • ♱ • Callisto • ♱

"And the girl?" Asra asked me and it caught me by surprise.

I had been so distracted between her and Loren that I forgot about the prisoner.

"What’s up?" I asked leaning back over the chair and the redhead in front of me smiled.

"I heard she came with you."

I snitched.

"Azrael’s idea, he found it dangerous to leave her in the palace" I said shrugging "in the end... we have not yet got rid of all the priests, let alone the pope."

The pope.

He was the real problem. An ordinary human - as far as everyone knew-, but with so much sacred energy imbued in his body that a single touch of his would be able to make Loren a time bomb about to explode.

I’ve had nightmares about that bastard since the day Loren was put in my arms.

Asra nodded.

"Don’t you know anything about the pope’s whereabouts? Even after all this time?" she seemed to mean something, suggest something.

"We tried, but even if we kept a vigil over the villages, nothing was discovered," I expl