Warning the LeagueVoi sat on the ground with her eyes closed, leaning with her head against the wall and a lopsided smile on her face. Somehow, she could sense that Ronny was watching her. It gave her peace.
At last, she opened her eyes, taking in her dim, dank prison cell as the relentless thrum of the dreadnought’s engines rang dissonant with her memory. How did she get here? Well, if memory served, Mohmud had walked Voi back to her cell. One of his men had stopped them before whispering something into his ear. Mohmud then ordered Kyra to pump Voi with more urche—an order with which the Borellian had, thankfully, feigned compliance. Again.
I’m not sure whether I should be thankful for that or concerned. Voi still couldn’t place why Kyra was helping her or what the woman’s motives might
