Chapter Eight(7)

Her arms slid around Cecy’s waist, gently tying the ends together, and then carefully replacing the belt with it, tightening the thin rope a bit and detaching the daggers, removing them to the rope.
All this was done swiftly, and before Cecy knew it, the blue backpack was in her arms, and the screaming belt stuffed inside it.
‘Now, let’s get going, ok?’ Lydia slung the black pack over her shoulders, and motioned for Alberto, who had been picking more arrows for himself a few feet away, to follow her.