Chapter Eleven
Too many images filled Trinity’s mind. Arwyn chained to the stone wall, the tally drawn in blood, Braeden lying on her bed barely alive, Darak with his bow trained on them and Kinnon placing her hand on his chest. “I do. Who else will help them?”
“I can go. You can wait here.”
A grin escaped. “When have I ever been the one to wait behind?”
Troy chuckled, his grip momentarily tightening on her shoulder. “Never.” He let go of her shoulder to give her a hug. “Be careful. Don’t trust anyone.”
She returned the hug before drawing away. “I will be okay.” She spoke the words firmly, sounding more confident than she felt. “You don’t need to go to my room with me. I’ll be okay.” When he nodded, she smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand before letting go and returning to her ro
