“Honestly. I don’t know what happened. I certainly didn’t expect to have to face Halvden’s son, but...I don’t know what to say Geraint, nothing is making sense right now.” I sigh, rubbing a hand across my eyes to conceal them.
If he can see my eyes, then he will be able to guess my thoughts.
I’m too disturbed to share them with someone else yet.
“Alright. There’s no hurry, when you figure things out, you know I’m here for you.” His hand pats my knee with encouragement just as Lygus runs into the chamber, followed by Saoirse.
The perfect interruption.
Geraint gives her a look, and I know that they are talking mind to mind, the way all Avarian’s are able to. Saoirse is half Avarian so she can only thought-speak to blood relations. Geraint is her cousin. They talk this way a lot, and
