Mela stepped forward. "Come, Sun Elf."
'If he is alive?' The words hit Serian like ice. 'What did they do to him?'
She pushed herself up. "What have you done with him?"
Fena didn't even turn around. "That is not your concern."
Mela put a hand on Serian's arm. "We have to go."
Serian shook her off. "No." She looked at Fena's back. "Where is he?"
Fena picked up a small clay bowl, examining it. "You ask too many questions. A bad habit for a guest." She set the bowl down. "You will go to your room. You will rest. You will wait."
"I won't."
Mela moved between them. "Do not challenge my mother," she said, her voice a warning.
The door opened again. Nox stood there, flanked by Jor and another elf. He wasn't bloody. He wasn't even dirty. He just looked bored.
Serian's breath caught in her chest. 'Oh, thank god, he's okay.'
He walked into the room, his eyes finding hers for a second. He gave a tiny shrug.
