Angel's POV
An hour has passed since I came back into this room, and it was getting quieter by the minute.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and I listened to the quiet and tried to make something useful out of it.
Outside: distant voices. The sounds of Raul's people moving through their clearing, the torch-lit business of a community whose evening had been reorganized by the arrival of a significant prisoner. The sounds of…
I pressed my hands flat on my knees and breathed through my nose.
I was not going out there. Terrell had told me with the shake of his head and I was going to honor it because it was the right strategy, and because going out there and doing something that revealed what I was to Raul was not something I could undo once done.
Think, I told myself. Think about something useful.
