Reylin had her side against the stone walls of the cell the General had left her to rot in, the wounds in her back blazing hot against her skin, but she licked her lips, trying to ignore the pains that leaked at her fingertips.
"Erik," she murmured into the silence that shrouded them in an effort to distract her mind from the pain.
"Why did you decide to go to the Outlands even when you knew it was dangerous?" she asked in a low breath.
He sat in the shadows of his cell, shoulders slouched as if at ease, yet his eyes told a different story, sharp, restless, always watching.
"I didn't really have many friends," he responded after a long silence, his voice flat, almost too careful. "So when I came across some good people willing to risk the journey through the outskirts of the North, I f
