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The waiting drew on like a death sentence. I could only stare at the door. We could have installed audio-enabled CCTV in the infirmary, but she deserved her privacy.
âAnd we had taken far too much from her already.
âDarren's son and Sonya would soon be here for yet another round of questioning. This time, they better be more forthcoming, or they would be very screwed.
âEven now, when the phantom weight of Sonya's touch grazed over my skin, I recoiled.
âI had believed myself to be a reader of mortals.
âBut it seemed everything I thought I knew about myself had been false. And still, the tribunal refused to submit to a radical questioning on the matters they hid from us. Getting them to own up to their lies and secrets would have been easy. But dismantling a pillar of order in the pursuit of answers that were already coming to light would be disastrousâand simply not worth it.
