The answer came too quickly.
Her brows drew together.
“Then who?”
“That has not been decided.”
“But you said I was your responsibility.”
“I am responsible for containing you. Do not confuse that with companionship.”
The correction landed coldly.
Veya wrapped her arms around herself.
The room seemed smaller now. The dark wood, heavy curtains, and ancient stone no longer felt merely unfamiliar.
They felt permanent.
Rhen watched the realization settle over her.
“Get some rest.”
“I’ve done nothing but sleep.”
“Then sit quietly and do not run.”
She looked at him.
“Are you leaving?”
“Yes.”
Her attention shifted to the blood on his clothing.
“Going back to her?”
His face emptied completely.
“That is none of your concern.”
Rhen opened the door.
Before stepping through, he looked back.
“This place is bleeding. Keep your head down and your mouth shut until you understand who is mourning and who is looking for something to punish.”
Veya’s throat tightened.
“And if I want out?”
“There is no out.”
His voice remained flat.
“There is before, and there is after. You are already in the after.”
The door closed behind him.
