Chapter 7: Old FriendsWe reached the renegade encampment late the following morning, after a third journey through the light ring they called a 'portal'. Each time they'd used this form of travel, I'd suffered extreme nausea after the experience. Again, Conal Tremaine surprised me when I stepped out of the portal, supporting me with a gentle hand on my arm while I tried to quell the nausea billowing around in my stomach, and then, offering me a bottle of water to drink from.
Regardless of their kindness, and what I'd overheard last night, I was still deeply conflicted and highly suspicious of their motivation. Who was telling the truth? I kept glancing at the faint scars on my arms and wrists, remembering the tales Archangelo had told me regarding the horrific torture I'd endured. All tha
