Approaching End Or Beginning (5)

Of course, Zenesha couldn't be sure. Perhaps he was listening to or watching what would unfold somewhere, or maybe he wasn't. 

Prime was indeed someone she couldn't fathom, no matter how hard she tried. He still remained a mystery for Zenesha. 

It couldn't be helped. In her eyes, Prime was synonymous with those beings. Powerful and almost unreachable for the current her. 

Zenesha sucked her breath, and her eyes lingered on the situation below her. Her icy blue eyes were glimmering with the light. It didn't matter whether he was here or not. 

What was important for her was that he was an ally she could depend on. The mark on her chest or the whole ordeal of the dragon slave contract—it was all real. 

Holding the hem of her ceremonial gown, Zenesha shut her eyes.