Lorraine's POV
I blinked hard, trying to make sense of what I'd just heard, but the room had already fallen into a suffocating silence.
"What?!" I blurted, the word ripping out of me before I could control it. "What do you mean she was captured?!"
Alistair didn't look at me. He looked at the floor, jaw tight, shoulders stiff, like bracing himself for a punch.
Kieran, on the other hand, didn't bother hiding the fury rising off him in waves. "How," he said, each syllable clipped, "did it happen?"
Alistair inhaled shakily. "After you left, Varya led us to follow you. But not long after.… we were ambushed, by Crimson Hunt soldiers. A lot of them."
Felix rubbed at his temple like the memory physically hurt. "Quite a handful," he muttered.
