Alexa

"Who's Irikah?" My brows furrowed as I turned to face Kendell, who was still holding onto me.

"Uhm..." he muttered, searching for words to say, but just before he could continue, someone interrupted.

"Irikah?" His voice was both filled with joy and surprise.

The lady who had just had an untimely visit mounted down the horse, her face still masked, as she rushed to the rough-looking George.

"I'm really sorry for your loss," she cried out, her tone sultry though sincere. "I heard what ...