CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOTruths
Limah rescued me, as always. He appeared in the doorway as Sorrel began screeching in panic at my silent tears and trembling body. The ready chastisement at our abandoning of his lesson, died on Limah’s lips as he surveyed the candle burning sideways in the sand and the huddle of my shape on the mattress.
“What happened?” he demanded, his tone severe.
Sorrel backed away at speed, sending the candle skittering sideways and plunging the room into darkness. Limah huffed in exasperation and dispatched him to light more, dropping to his haunches next to me. The mattress dipped as he changed position and sat near my head. If he noticed the lack of the spring biting into his backside, he didn’t say. “Este,” he whispered. “Poor Este.”
My teeth clattered together at the
