"I know my place. I've been fighting this war for years now, never taking a break, no matter how much I've wanted to. But you? You've been gone for months, traipsing about with that…girl. What could you possibly know about us?" Luke hissed.
Gayron met his gaze, voice rising to match Luke's. "I know that she talks about you all the time. It's one of the few times she ever smiles. And I know that when we were wounded and hopeless after being stranded, her soul yearned for comfort. She said she saw me, and I thought she was spying, but she was looking for you. And she didn't find comfort there, did she. She saw your hands around my neck, your aura worse than any curse demons. No wonder she was scared. Perhaps it was that fear that made everything go wrong and led to her getting hurt and losing herself."
