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Kiria
Kiria sat at the session the next day feeling hollow and alone. She looked out at Cúron and Daelon and Chetana, but felt they couldn’t see in, as though she sat in a transparent cage.
How had she allowed her thoughts to go so far with Firian? At random times, her memory assaulted her with images and tastes that she didn’t want to relive. She had been selfish, and she wanted to be selfish again.
Cúron sat next to her, tall and regal. Atty wasn’t there. He had been allowed a few days respite with his new bride.
The Main was back to normal—thrones on the platform, dividers put up so the space didn’t feel so overwhelming with only a few dozen people in it.
She never should have gotten involved with Firian. He’d always been violent and self-seeking. She felt the danger hum under
