“My lord, what are you doing here!” she blurt out at the soldier she knew only as Dash. She wanted to jump right off the bench, but the hobbles on her feet prevented any such aggressive move. Instead, the General swaggered toward her with an unexpectedly caustic look on his face, all puffed up and glorious with power flowing outward in an invisible river of strength.
“I should ask you the same,” he retorted. He was angered—that was clearly apparent in his expressive eyes. And yet, he had the grace to keep his ire under control.
“If you’re in charge, you know why I’m here,” she replied. She had no idea what his position was in this rebel fortress, but he exuded so much authority it was difficult to believe that there were many in the compound with more influence or control.
“I know yo
