Trouble was, she could see no solution to the problem--no solution she could implement, at any rate. She was tied to her family, small it may be, and therefore limited in what she could do. It was obvious Athering needed a revolution. Her aunt was not the only victim of Zanny's cruelty, not by far. Zardria would be far worse, she knew, when the empreena took the Sceptre next year.
She would help when the time came. She just didn't know how much she could do, which made her feel helpless--a feeling she loathed.
"Same arrangement as usual?" Aro's question cut through her musings.
She nodded. "Always."
"You'll not improve your accent if you never--"
"--speak," she finished. "I'm not of a mind ta be improving it, Aro." They were at a level of familiarity where she could play out their con
