Could Sahora be a Celentrian? I looked at her as we walked on the glass path. I could feel how much this rattled her; the bond ached with the memories she still wasn’t ready to say out loud.
We kept walking, and I couldn’t help thinking about how much I hated Gidion.
This man trained Sahora with pain and torture, then also took away one of the most precious things she had.
The only letter she had from her parents. Then demanded she kill the only person in Serlane who treated her with care?
I felt the rage well in my chest. If I ever were to see that man, I don’t care what skills he has I would kill him.
I would kill him slowly.
I tried to dampen down the thoughts. Focusing on the glass in front of us. On Sahora’s hand in mine, she didn’t need to hear how much I hated him.
The bond had shown me flashes of what he did to her beyond what the Coraium projected in Gyra.
I hate him too. She said in my mind.
Why did you ever work for him? I asked. We continued to walk the glass path leading to Calin.
It didn’t start out like that; it’s a long story. Her voice faded. The bond told me that it was a story she was hesitant to tell.
Whenever you are ready to tell it. I am ready to listen. I told her, tightening my hand in hers.
She rubbed her thumb along the back of my hand. One day.
She looked ahead with a kind of determination in her eyes that told me she was focused on the task ahead.
I walked next to her as the bond told me what her eyes didn’t.
That she was going to get answers. No matter what it took. \