“Who runs this place?” Kamira asked when they entered the building.
No detail seemed to escape her inquisitive eye, but as she looked at the paint peeling off the walls and the worn-down wooden floors, she expressed no disgust, only curiosity, putting Ryell at ease. He’d much rather walk her into the finest of Devanshari gardens than into a run-down building, and it reminded him of how much his people had lost. As always, his thoughts turned toward Cahala qi’Devanshari, his own enraged heart reminding him that so far he’d done nothing to make her pay, but this time Ryell reined in his anger. He needed to focus to ensure no harm would come to Kamira, and the queen could wait if it meant Kamira eased the pain of the suffering youngsters.
“Prince Allyv qi’Devanshari started it shortly after
