An hour passed in a blur.Kellat scanned her hand three more times and finally pronounced her fit for release.
“Keep the seal dry for another cycle,” the healer instructed, handing her a small pot of salve.“If it itches, apply this.Do not scratch it.”
“I won’t,” she promised, hopping down.Grabbing the salve, she shoved it into the pocket of her tunic.
“Let’s go,” Raaevik said, his hand hovering near the small of her back as he guided her toward the exit.
They stepped back out into the corridor.
“Wait,” she said, stopping as she looked toward the heavy security door.
“Emily,” he warned.“We are going back to your quarters.”
“I just… I thought I saw something.”
Before he could stop her, she headed to the restricted door and looked through the viewport.
Blue-white light washed the glass.A stasis pod sat in the center of the room, humming.There was a woman inside it—tall and pale, with her hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo.She had a scar on her face… a jagged line from temple to jaw, old and deep.
Emily stared, her breath catching.
“Emily.”
Raaevik's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence.He was beside her in an instant, his body blocking her view, his hand gripping her arm.
“You should not be seeing this,” he hissed.
“Who is she?”she whispered.She looked up at him, her eyes wide.“Raaevik, who is she?”
“She is none of your concern.”
His face was stone.Turning her around, he put his broad back between her and the window, shielding the room from her prying eyes.
“We are leaving,” he said.“Now.”
He marched her down the hall, but she couldn't shake the image of the woman in the stasis pod.
Who was she?
And why was Daaynal keeping her a secret?
