“I told him I’d seen you when I came with Sorae. I said you looked healthy and in good spirits. It was a lie, but I hoped it would calm his worries.” “I don’t think he believed you,” Taran mumbled. Alixe smacked Taran’s arm. “What?” he protested, glaring at her. She shot him a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes. “You saw Luther when he got back. That wasn’t a man who just saw the woman he loves ‘healthy and in good spirits.’ We all knew she was in big trouble.” Luther’s fingers tightened around mine. “Stop talking,” he snapped. “Not helping, Taran,” Alixe mouthed.
