ARIA WINTERS
We put Wren in a chair by the fire because she won't stop shaking.
She's been shaking since the warriors brought her in, and it's not cold in here, so it's not that. It's somehow like her body is running on a frequency the rest of us can't hear.
Kael stands by the window with his arms crossed. Marcus sits across from Wren, patient in a way I know costs him effort. I pull my chair close to hers because my empathic sense is going absolutely haywire around her, picking up something I can't quite name. Not pain exactly. More like... static. Like trying to tune into a radio station that's broadcasting from two places at once.
"Wren," I say quietly. "Can you tell us who you are? How you knew my mother?"
She looks at me, then past me, then back at me. "Lyanna," she says. "She fo
