"Is she alright? It's been a while since I last saw her," Sanaya's head tilts at the hushed voices drifting through the chamber walls.
It's Faelyn!
"I think her mate is hiding something, or else, why can't we even visit her?" This particular voice belongs to Daela, and Sanaya recognizes it instantly.
"You also think that something is suspicious?"
Sanaya's heart lurches with desperate hope as her mouth falls open to call out, but a quick hand darts across her lips, silencing her cry before it can escape.
"She is asleep. GO AWAY!" Ignavar's gruff voice cuts through the silence instead.
No!
Don't leave!
It's already too late—she can hear the retreating footsteps, and her shoulders sag with crushing disappointment.
Cowards. How can they be so easily intimidated by just Ignavar?
"I'm here, come get me!" Her words are completely muffled by his palm, and her friends do not return.
Betrayers.
