He remembered Rina. Their quiet dinners over who knows how many campfires. Their long training sessions, many of which resulted in Tommy walking away with a few painful bruises. He could summon an image of the dead woman’s face as surely as he could his mother’s.
remembered Like most Aladri, Rina was olive-skinned, though her hazel eyes stood out as something of an oddity. Tall and skinny with long, black hair: She didn’t look particularly imposing until she started kicking your a*s!
Those memories were real!
real!They had happened!
Except, according to Kalia, they hadn’t. At least not the way Tommy remembered them. Kalia had been part of their group almost from the beginning; Tommy trusted her with his life. So, what could he do when she started spinning tales about a woman none of th
