The questions were piling up too much until it got too overwhelming.
"Where is this place, Lesra?" My mouth ran without restraints. "Why are you here? Why are you hiding from Darek? And most importantly, why are you helping us? Why–"
She raised a hand, cutting me off with a wry smile. "Slow down, soldier. You just came back from the edge of death after, dare I say, a very lengthy process of healing. Don't burn yourself out all over again."
"But I need answers," I snapped sharply. I hadn't seen Valden yet. And even though he had done things that had me questioning his loyalty, it was still apparent that he was nowhere around. There was no way to know yet if what Lesra talked about was all true. No way to know if I'm not already in Darek's clutches.
