HAIR still wet from the shower Prima let her long hair down.
She woke up earlier today to join the warriors for their morning jog. Usually, it starts at four-thirty in the morning and ends before six. She left them when Calvin sent the gray trainees to the armory building for the weights exercise.
She sauntered towards the kitchen quietly. The stillness of the early morning brought her peace. The sun is starting to show in the horizon of the territory.
The sizzles of the cooking oil and the scrambled egg broke the silence in the cabin.
Prima transferred the eggs to the plate before she fried the bacon. She already heard the pop of the bread toaster half a minute ago.
A smile formed on her lips when a pair of short hands hugged her thighs.
She placed the bacon on another plate bef
