I turned, and my heart stopped.
Naya was coming from the direction of the healer's quarters. She was moving slowly, and her steps were shaky, but she was supported on both sides by two uniformed women, and from their foreign smell, he knew they were Cahir's people.
Cahir went back to sit on the bonnet of his car, his arms crossed as he watched me with satisfaction.
"What's going on?" The words came out before I could stop them. I took a step toward Naya, but she flinched back against one of the uniformed women.
That small movement hurt worse than any physical blow I'd ever received.
"I asked Cahir to come take me home," Naya said. Her voice was quiet, and she wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Home?" I repeated, confused. "Didn't we agree that I would take you home? Besides, you're not fully recovered. You shouldn't be moving as you please. You're—"
