Nevara
That was what stayed with me as Thoren and I walked through the secure holding wing. Not the Purists or the pregnancy leak. I kept remembering the woman who had laughed with me and stood close enough to my life that I had once asked her to be part of my wedding.
A guard opened the interview-room door, and every memory hardened into something colder.
Sabrina sat at the table with her wrists secured in front of her. Her pale hair was tangled from the arrest, and a scrape marked one cheek. She looked tired.
She did not look sorry.
Her mouth curved when she saw me. “Queen Nevara.”
I stepped inside while Thoren remained near the door. He had agreed to this on one condition: I would never be alone with her.
Sabrina leaned back. “I wondered how long it would take.”
“You knew I woul
