Derek stopped pacing the narrow corridor outside the holding cells and pinched the bridge of his nose.
What do you mean the Queen ordered Sasha's release?
His mental voice came through the mind-link sharp enough that Connor felt the edge of it.
She intervened in the corridor, Your Grace. Sasha's son is in critical condition and was asking for her. The doctor said the boy would not survive if she could not calm him down. The Queen ordered her release until the boy is stable.
Did you tell her what Sasha did?
Yes, Your Grace. Word for word. She listened. Then she still gave the order.
Derek sighed and rubbed his fingers against his temple, the kind of pressure that did absolutely nothing for the headache he had been carrying since yesterday.
He stood outside Ruby's small cell watching as the gammas chained Ruby.
What kind of woman was his wife.
He had been turning this question over for weeks now and had still not arrived at a satisfying answer.
