Chapter Forty-One
Brianne
Brianne finished off the last of the sweet bread they’d been given, licking her fingers clean. She sat beside Lyle who was telling her about the fight against the Prilonians. Talon sat across from them, on the other side of a small campfire, and glared at Lyle. Conal talked with the other two rebels while Bellamy leaned against a tree by himself, not far from two tents half hidden amongst the trees.
When there was a pause in Lyle’s conversation, Brianne interrupted with the question she’d wanted to ask for a while. “Why have you got brown feathers?”
“Prilonian ancestry. My grandmother was an escaped slave. She was pregnant with my father when she got away.”
Brianne thought of Zinervie. “Do many slaves escape?”
“Some, and we help as many as possible to escape
