"That person must be Lyra, your savior," guessed Baron Jason, who got a nod from Tania. Now he knew why she had been so loyal to Lyra, to her enemy. The business of repaying the favor will never be timeless. Even life can be at stake.
His gaze was vacant, toward her, filled with understanding. That didn't mean he could forget his grudge against Lyra though.
"Right," Tania nodded, taking a very deep breath, a breath she would share with Lyra if she could. "She is indeed my savior. She came bravely to fight the little thugs who tortured me, then took me to hide somewhere until Gerald came. They evacuated me to their permanent hideout."
This topic is too sensitive for her, shaking the deepest core of her heart, making her teary-eyed, choked, and almost crying.
