Twenty-Three
Foreseen
The room was as bare as the large area they had left, but in here there were no windows to the outside. The walls were a slightly lighter gray color than the floor and ceiling. Robin glanced around. “How are we supposed to rest? Do we lie on the floor?”
“It will only be for a little while,” told him. “Come. We need to rest as said we must. There will be much to do when we arrive.”
She sat, crossing her legs, and gave a loud sigh. Reaching through their connection, he felt her weariness and her worry. He also sensed a small tension headache. But he could tell she was happy. Wary, but happy.
“They want you to lead them in a revolt against the , don’t they?”
She rubbed her eyes, then looked at him. “Yes.”
“And you’re going to do it.”
“Yes. I must.”
“Why?”
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