"What does she mean, let me be captured?" Emira asked as she looked at the three men standing before her. Or rather, two of them. Kael stood there in silence, his face unreadable, his gaze fixed somewhere past her shoulder.
She did not expect him to answer. In fact, she had already dismissed the thought of hearing his voice at all. His gaze seemed to have reverted to the one that looked at her before they... before they happened.
And yet, it was Kael who spoke instead of Lance or Zen. "It means exactly that, Emira," he said quietly. "It means letting you be captured, Emira. Aldren wanted you imprisoned. He believed it was the best way to keep you contained. To make sure you wouldn't create any trouble."
He paused briefly, then added, his voice steady, almost detached, "The grand witch had the ame thought. Especially after you freed the Dark master. So, we allowed it."
The words settled heavily in the air and suddenly, Emira felt weak in the knees.
