Reagan grabbed me by my waist, gently lifting me from the horse before lowering me on the ground. Around us there were some chatter and whispering from Reagan's men but he chose to ignore instead and lead me towards his tent. I pulled the scarf I had wrapped around my face tighter as I walked followed after him obediently.
Every person surrounding him gave him room while standing there dazed like they were staring at an iron hotplate. The cascade of rumors covered us but Reagan was calm. A hold on my wrist kept its pressure without becoming rough or forceful instead his hold stayed relentless as to keep me from escaping. I didn't.
I glanced back only to see Heather and Eddie were being ushered into another tent but Reagan's companion who I had later learnt his name was Nikolai had told me they were going to be taken care off.
Question is who was going to take care of me? Certainly not Mr. cold and grumpy over here! I thought as we finally entered the tent.
