Twenty Two
Elbore’s Entreatment
Trinn’s suffering was beyond measure, but she still managed to hold on. She channeled the pain she felt into anger and hope. Anger at Borlan. And hope that help was coming. The others would find her somehow; that one thought she held strongly in her mind. They’d find her. Help was coming.
Borlan smacked her across the face. “Look at me,” he shouted. “Tell me where your friends are?”
She stared at him, hatred in her eyes, and she was pleased to see he couldn’t keep eye contact. He had her under a position of power, and still he was a coward, a weakling. But she nodded.
“Are they in the tower?” Borlan asked.
She shook her head, trying to just buy herself more time. Help was coming.
“I know somebody checked in under the name, Mr. Hax,” Borlan said. “I kn
