Lysara’s POV
"He pressed it on me," I said.
I kept my tone flat.
Bored.
Unimpressed.
Everything I had taught myself to be since I ceased being Lysara Ashwyn.
"I don't even know what it is."
That much was nearly accurate.
I knew how important it was.
Just not why.
Seris stared at me unblinkingly.
She crossed the room unhurriedly.
She did not take the talisman up.
Rather, she studied it where she stood, her eyes tracing the peculiar symbols inscribed in the ancient metal.
Her expression was impossible to read.
And this scared me more than any overt show of anger could have.
Seris was a woman who loved displaying her emotions.
Hate.
Jealousy.
Victory.
But now?
There were none.
Only logic.
"You really don't know?"
I shrugged.
"I was locked in a cell with a dying man. E
