Faye's POV
Hardy had given his word that he would consider their request. Until he reached a decision, the refugees could stay at the outpost to rest and heal from their journey.
What puzzled me was why I remained trapped in his study instead of being outside where I was needed.
I should have been tending to the injured, using my abilities to ease their suffering. That would have been the logical choice. But reality crashed down on me like a cold wave. My healing power belonged to him now, not me. Hardy decided who received my help and who did not.
My throat tightened as I stole a glance at Allen, who sat in the chair opposite mine. Both men had fallen into a heavy silence that stretched on for what felt like hours. I began to suspect they possessed some form of telepathic connection.
"My Lady, you appear to have something on your mind."
Allen spoke suddenly, as if he had been reading my thoughts all along.
