"She stays outside," Drakar's voice rings with cold finality, slicing through the chill air, leaving no room for argument.
Daela stares at the smaller cottage, which is isolated some distance from the larger one she shares with Drakar. Her chest tightens with defiance, how can she leave Imogen alone?
"At least, for tonight, can't she—"
"No."
The flat, dead tone silences her.
Daela bites her lip, glancing at Imogen, who shrinks under Drakar's glare. Fear flickers in her eyes, Daela understands her fear, Drakae indeed looks scary at this moment.
Daela's mind whirls with questions, so many things only Imogen can answer—what exactly had happened in the village, how she'd ended up becoming a captured slave of Kaelin.
They hurt her.
The thought squeezed Daela's heart painfully. Her shoulders slump with resignation when Drakar doesn't soften even when she continues to plead with him.
