‘I have to try.’ Andar stood there, soaking wet, his clothes dripping and turned to wave back at Jenna. ‘Please, can you make sure my daughter stays back?’
The woman looked at him as if he was mad but slowly, nodded.
‘If I don’t make it out, take her to the temple of Sha-Fetuh. They’ll look after her.’ He hoped he was right about that.Read More