Meanwhile...
Grim blanched.
“You can speak?”
“No,” She grinned, “It's all an il-illusion.”
Grim got up, pacing. “So this whole time...you could speak?”
The woman smiled. She looked so different when she did so.
“Not just English. I speak a little French, Spanish and Portuguese.”
Grim stopped pacing, stopping in front of her with a venomous glare.
“Then why pretend you were mute?”
Songbird shrunk back from Grim's glare.
“If I tell you, w-will you stop glaring at me?”
Grim gave her his back, glaring at the wall instead. “Explain.”
“My mother was one of Nabis' many slaves. She gave birth to me, and hid me for a time. Soon though, Nabis found me. My Mother told me to never speak aloud. That's about all.”
Grim spun around. That was all? Impossible!
“What do you mean, that's all?”
