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ERA
They questioned me for hours, the Warrior and his little clan. I can still feel the leather restraints, though I did not fight, not once. If I fought against the Warrior, he would have killed me, no question. He was looking for an excuse.
I managed to convince them I was not working with Claire, with Markula’s ex-wife, but Draynor is the only reason they let me leave — the only reason they trusted me with their location. Regardless of my intentions with the woman, they all believe I would never sentence Draynor to death. Even Silas vouched for me, though I’m not sure which of my thoughts convinced him — I thought many things since my arrival at their home, many of them purposeful.
I blink in the dawn, flittering birds like specks of black pepper in my field of vision, some stayi
