My ankle throbbed with an insatiable ache that shot knives through my leg whenever I adjusted it to get comfortable in the hard seat of this interrogation room. Staring ahead at the black window, my reflection grimaced at the sight of me. I attempted a swallow, but my throat walls might as well have been coal, dry and numb from the screams I'd shouted when I was certain Ruith would be killed in front of me.
I'd panicked and started spewing things, anything to get the lieutenant's fleet to reconsider taking his life. Thank God it worked. However, my overt compassion for the "enemy" landed me on the lieutenant's personal enemy list. The way she'd acknowledged me with venom, her words leaking hatred and disgust for me as if it were her I'd directly betrayed, told me so.
