11
Kaiya sat on an alcove in the dining room, heart thumping. No matter how hard she tried, Tilda refused to understand. There wasn’t much time left – night had almost fallen, and there was a fair walk to the town centre, where Amelia’s protest would begin. If Tilda was to be convinced, it had to be now.
Kormac watched from the dining table. She avoided his searching eyes. He didn’t want to go, either, nor wanted her to go, but she could forgive him that. He had paid his price in a Tarkinian camp, and whatever horrible things had happened in there, whatever had given him the scars on his back, he still had not experienced the whole horror of Bennett’s rule.
Tilda had. She had no excuse for staying home.
Kaiya stood up and stared into the dining room where Tilda had gone to sulk. “I’m g
