Lysandra spent the next day at Zephyr's house. Getting her friend to let her stay instead of going home to Ismene took some persuading on her part, but Zephyr eventually relented.
"Just for today, though," she said. "Like I said, I'm not totally in favor of giving shelter to fugitives. What if they send out a search party for you?"
"Who cares?" Lysandra muttered, and Zephyr raised an eyebrow at her.
She went out during the day, while Zephyr and her family were at work, and requested another visit with her father. She could have sworn the guard who let her in gave her a suspicious look.
"Father," she said, standing in front of the cell door. As ususl, her father didn't even so much as turn his head.
"Lysandra." His voice sounded emotionless and tired.
"Tell me more."
He sighed. "If y
