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“Were the dreams recurring, can you remember?” she asked.
They were. I had been having the same dreams over and over again, and although the memories were already fading, I could remember some of them.
But she didn’t get to know that.
“Who is she?” I asked the soldiers instead.
“She snuck into camp,” the black-haired soldier said guiltily. “We don’t know how she got past the patrol we’d set up.”
“What patrol?” Amarra asked, making her black hair move to cover the side of her face like a curtain as she turned to look at the man. “Do you mean the two boys sleeping underneath the oak tree up north?”
“What did you do to them?” the blond man asked, his nostrils flaring with anger. The chains around her wrists rattled as his grip on them tightened.
“Nothing,” Amarra replied. “I just slipped by them. It was easy.”
She pursed her thin lips and looked away from the soldier, meeting my eyes once again.
I averted her gaze. I did not want her to think I’d been watching her as she spoke.
“You should let me watch your tent,” she said. “Your monster friends might mean well, but they are unprofessional. They don’t know...”
“I don’t know you,” I said, interrupting her.
There was a brief pause. Her mouth opened and closed as though she wasn’t sure if she should speak, but then, she decided to say something.
“I am your mother,” she replied. “I can...”
“You are?” I interrupted her again. “And how does that matter?”
For the first time since I’d woken, her gaze dropped from me. I wanted to stay calm and keep ignoring her, but her silent acquiescence angered me even more.
“I do not know my mother,” I said, finding some dark satisfaction in the twitching of her pursed lips as I spoke. “But I know you. I saw you.”
I was speaking to the man with the black hair, but the other nodded.
“We have been keeping watch at your tent for over a week,” he said. “We came as soon as you called on us.”
“I called you?” I asked.
“She didn’t call us, Leof,” the black-haired man said to the other. “Remember what the girl said?”
Leof raised his hand in excitement before he responded, involuntarily pulling on Amarra’s chain. She did not shriek despite the chains digging into her skin. But Leof noticed what he had done, and resumed his earlier stance and kept the chain low as he continued.
“I don’t believe anything she says,” he said. “Do you?”
“The others say Jasmine forgave her,” the black-haired man replied. “So I do too.”
It was odd to hear him speak my name when I did not know his.
“Where are my friends?” I asked them “Kieran? Brigid? Dearen? Are they safe? Do we have news of Fiona? And...”
I stopped myself before I asked about Feremir. I was being stupid.
Amarra claimed she was my mother, and deep down, I believed her.
But she could easily be a spy.
Hopefully, Feremir was still with the queen, pretending to be loyal to her so that he could help Fiona. I could not share that secret in front of Amarra.
