Chapter 5 Gu’Zari Camp: Freya
Freya would fail. When she was at the camp before, Tris’Tyn hadn’t showed any signs of wanting to leave, but they hadn’t subjected him to the subhuman treatment that Bash had gone through. Which made convincing him to leave all that much harder. With inaudible footsteps, she approached his log cabin while scrambling for the right word combination that would persuade him to trust her enough to leave.
“What are you doing up so late?” A deep silky voice broke the silence.
Freya’s attention snapped to the man sitting in a chair made of wooden slats on the small deck. Tris’Tyn was a bit shorter than Bash with tanned golden skin. His hair was black, shaved on both sides, with the top a bit longer and combed back. Like Cay, he had a trimmed beard that enhanced his
