"They were under Sol'vur's protection," Jorghan said, his voice deadly quiet.
"You weren't here!"
Swana shot back, her grief making her bold.
"You were at the Council, playing politics, while we were facing warriors who could exterminate us in minutes. We had to make a choice, and we chose our people over yours!"
Sigora placed a hand on Jorghan's shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles, the barely controlled rage threatening to explode.
"What happened to Grace and Scarlett? Both of them?"
Sik'ra's expression became even more pained.
"We told the Terraspers we'd bring them. Grace was in the guest quarters, sleeping. Scarlett was in the training yard, practicing with her weapons. We went to get them, explained the situation, and asked them to surrender to save the settlement."
"Grace agreed immediately," Swana said quietly.
Of course, she would. Jorghan thought.
"But Scarlett…"
"Scarlett refused," Sik'ra finished.
