"The chosen child, of course," Carmila said as she placed fresh fish and chips on the table. "She's to be the River God's bride and will have to spend a night alone by the riverbed. Maybe she got scared."

Martin took a drag from his cigarette and waved her off. "Go on, go make a couple more dishes. Enough of your blabbering."

Carmina inhaled sharply but turned and left without another word.

Wynter caught the implications immediately. She signaled to Dalton to stay put while she went to dig for more information herself.@@novelbin@@

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