Positive."
Without the muscle to resist, Petra only watched as her hands were pulled behind her back and listened as shackles clamped around her wrists and ankles. To her relief though, whatever was in her back that took her down was pulled free, her strength swiftly returning as silence flooded her mind.
Someone grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. Metal boots met the ground in slow, deliberate steps and the light of a lantern slowly circled around her. When he stopped in front of her, Petra could only grit her teeth and clench her clawed fists as she stared at his golden boots. A two-fingered hand wrapped in bandages came to her chin and lifted her head up so she could look into his dark, unforgiving eyes.
He still wore her master's jacket.
"You were with Galen back in Atzla,
