Luke and R'lissea fell silent, and I was grateful for their ignorance of the full extent of my past. Reliving the betrayals and darkness of my final days at the Divine Throne was agonizing enough, let alone the horrors of High Valley. They couldn't know that, right?
But I had forgotten just how intimately Luke knew me. My heart lurched as he spoke, delving deep and exposing the last shadows in my heart.
"After she was sold, Aurle got close to her."
"Aurle?" R'lissea's head tilted, her brow furrowed. "She's called that name in her sleep a lot, usually right before she wakes up crying from nightmares."
"Does that happen often?" Luke asked, his voice laced with concern.
