15
Kiria
“Let me out.”
Kiria rolled over to see Jori facing the guards by the door in a brutally petulant mood. It looked dark outside.
Her eyes felt as scratchy as the pelt beneath her head. She must have just fallen asleep. The long, tense day trapped in the tannery, waiting for word from the military to begin concocting a plan in earnest, had sapped her strength. A strange buzz assaulted her senses, unconnected to her exhaustion. Chetana looked down at her and she remembered the Sentry.
“My Kepron, we can’t let you leave.”
Jori touched the blond guard, who blocked his path, more to make his point than to move him out of the way. He lowered his head. “I’m about to lose my mind. The least you can do is give me a couple hours of freedom.” There was something fragile in his voice. He
