Troy:
"Are you nervous?" I asked Leysa, since she had been holding my hand and squeezing it every few seconds.
It felt like she was breaking into a sweat.
Her palms kept getting sweaty again and again.
Then she would let go of my hand to dry them, and then hold my hand again.
That is why I had to ask her.
"I'm fine," she replied, giving me a very faint smile.
I shook my head. I understood that she was truly scared.
We were sitting in our car. Ian had sent me back with his warriors and driver.
We had spent a night at a motel because Leysa kept breaking out in cold sweat.
Leysa rested her head on my shoulder.
"Are you afraid to confront your father and your stepmother?" she asked in her gentle, soothing voice, trying not to ask me directly if it would be easy for me.
