Lorien POV

Auren gave a lazy shrug. “Humor me.”

Lysandra’s lips pressed into a thin line, the war in her mind clear from the tension in her shoulders. But after a moment, she reluctantly extended her hands through the bars so the guard could fasten the shackles around her wrists. “You’re right,” she said finally, her voice trembling just enough to sound sincere. “It would be better if you and I went somewhere private to talk.”

Alone?

The word echoed through my head like a ...