My head hung in defeat as I trudged next to Borga. He guided me to the large chieftain’s hut and shoved me inside. Galen and Remi were already there, sitting on the ground, surrounded by four guards wielding spears and clubs. Galen’s mouth tightened when he saw me, and Remi looked horrified. I mouthed “I’m sorry” to them, my heart heavy with failure.
The hut was double the size of the others. A large bed dominated the far side of the room, piled with plush pillows and soft hides. A large table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by six empty chairs. Torches flickered along the walls, casting ominous shadows everywhere.
“I usually find that when you throw a girl into the mix, answers tend to be forthcoming,” Borga said, an awful smirk smudged across his face. “Last chance to talk. A
