81 - Tsiri
“Yes. There are whispers going around that you are a traitor.”
“I see,” She replied blandly.
“Are you?”
“Am I?”
Tsiri moved from shifted from one foot to another, obviously uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking.
“Why does the Heir have you watched? What have you done? You know you can tell me anything. We can help you, Nyka.”
We? Again, that only reminded her of what Tsiri was here as.
They wanted to know what was really going on so they could speak of it between them and laugh at her behind her back.
She knew all of this.
“I see you are their mouthpiece.” She slapped her herbs to her arm. She could go back with the news of that and describe to them the claw marks in detail; that way, she wasn’t sending her back empty-handed.
“Go back, Tsiri. Go to your friends.”
“You are my friend.”
Ny'ka frowned. “May I remind you, I killed your lover, Tsiri. We are no longer friends.”