ConjunctionChapter 10 Sacred Secrets
Kadal upended Caden’s waterskin into the ferns as he watched from his seat beneath one of the palm trees, a skeptical expression etched onto his face. “Is that really necessary?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Trust me,” Kadal replied, wading into the shallow water. She filled the vessel from the oasis, bubbles rising to the surface, then lifted it to her lips. She took a long draw, Caden watching each gulp slide down her long neck, taking a deep breath when her thirst was sated. He extended...