"Y-you're hurting me," I whimpered, tugging at his hand.
"Ah! Sorry." Gayron's grip loosened, but he didn't release me. I tried to squirm away, but he was firm, the glowing embers of his eyes capturing mine.
"You had a vision of me?"
I nodded, struggling to breath past the tightness in my chest. "I-I saw you on the northern continent. That's why I thought that you…um…"
I averted my gaze, biting my lip hard. He held me a second longer, unmoving, before his hand fell from my shoulder.
"I see," was all he said.
Giving myself a shake, I clutched my ring again, squeezing it tightly. His outburst had shaken me, and it took the cool touch of the metal against my palm to gather my scattered thoughts.
What we knew was that, somehow, Gayron ended up in the Northern Continent. He had used his ring. And he wasn't overly concerned about me, at least, until Luke found out he had left me. Which meant we must have had a plan for me to escape. Or…I'd convinced him we did.
