CHAPTER EIGHTEENA New Prison
“What did you do?” Nalgar’s voice rose to a screech and I cracked my eyes open. His fingers fluttered in a frenzy of movement above my face, causing a current of cool air. Suspicion drove a deep furrow between his blue eyes and he reached for my hand before pulling away. A sense of possession flitted across his pursed lips.
“Nothing!” Limah shouted back. He stood in a corner of the darkened room, hands deep in his pockets and his back against the wall. “I did nothing!”
“Liar!” Nalgar whipped around and I saw long stitches holding together a seam in his rough breeches. I fancied he sought a wife to provide home comforts and imagined Sonora’s musical laughter in my head. He’d be disappointed. My fingers proved deft enough to plait honey strands and yet failed
