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Kiria
“You’re sure about that?”
Jori’s question was sincere, but it still gave Kiria a headache. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“How do you know? Was Firian there?”
She, Jori, and Bard sat cross-legged on the ground together after Kiria had been too shaky to stand. Her guards stood behind them protectively, as though danger were going to burst through the door at any moment. Maybe it was.
“That’s how I could see. But he wasn’t helping him.”
The round-faced guard scoffed. “Well, he’s not helping us.”
“He’s against Master Belik,” Bard confirmed. “We talked about it.”
The reminder did nothing to improve the guard’s mood, apparently, since he eyed Bard with greater suspicion after that.
“It doesn’t matter what Firian’s doing right now,” said Kiria. “What matters is what Belik has done. He’s wea
