“I asked this of Micah,” my grandmother insisted. “He protected her on the streets until his protection wasn’t strong enough anymore. And when she was arrested by the guards, I feared what they would do with her once they realized who she was. I made the queen promises,” she demanded, her voice louder than before. “I sent Micah searching for her, only to find that she had already been taken by the rebellion, by you.” “That doesn’t explain this,” Wren finally spoke, and she was staring at Micah, unable to look away from his uniform. “I was arrested while trying to find Verena.”
