SAGE
I stood in the centre of the hut and refused to sit. This was no time for chitchats, the time was long gone for that. I should be in the forbidden library.
"What am I doing here?" I repeated for the third time. My voice scraped out of me thin, stretched tight with irritation.
But it didn't matter. Makeh was just as bland as she had been then.
She acted like she didn't hear it. She just stirred the steaming pot in front of her, the exact same way she had done six years ago, when Diana and I had stumbled into this place half-terrified.
Same hut.
Same wooden chairs.
Same damned smell.
Behind me, Darius sank into one of the chairs with an ease that irritated me further. The ancient was actually getting comfortable. Comfortable. In Makeh's presence. In Makeh's hut. As though we were guests, not captives.
I clenched my jaw and refused to move.
Makeh didn't turn around. "Sit down, Sage," she said. "If you want answers, sit."
