Aila twisted, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a pack of gum. She opened and popped a stick in her mouth and offered one to me. I took it with a small smile of thanks. Anything was better than the current cotton mouth situation. Electrolyte water wasn't helping much.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Dystopian & Urban Fantasy by C.B. Stone to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.