Alvaro shivered as he stood in front of an old hut. To avoid the secret soldiers, they had to walk a long way until they finally found the place.
The hut, which Alvaro believed to be the original one, now had only a wooden roof full of holes and looked fragile. The supports were still sturdy, thanks to the tree roots surrounding it.
Though extremely tired and sleepy, he couldn't afford to rest. He kept checking outside to make sure the soldiers weren't chasing them anymore. For several hours, they remained safe.
Alvaro yawned. He looked at Sylas, who was sleeping on a palm leaf. If he hadn't forced him, the man probably wouldn't have wanted to sleep at all. He even had to pretend to sleep beside him. He didn't understand why the man had no survival instincts.
At a time like this, resting together was dangerous. But he knew Sylas must be starving and exhausted. So many unexpected things had happened in the past few days.
