Hours had gone past as Zelah sat behind the bookshelf listening to their conversation, fighting her desire to repeatedly gasp. She could barely keep her eyes open in the wake of the information dump the leaders of Nethersigh were emptying on her king.There was so much to comb through, so much to process. But it all made sense. Plenty of pieces of a complicated puzzle were in place. Soon she became unable to hear them talking. She beckoned her ear tubes to strengthen, to hear more, but all she got was muttering and jumbled sounds.
She covered her legs with her dress and leaned her head against the bookshelf. Even at a time she should be despairing, all she wanted to do was sleep. [Maybe I am dreaming.] One word from Valin snapped her out of her light nap, “Sueli.” Not that she hadn’t h
