“Okay. I came back. Shall we start with names?” the man spread his hands and craned his head down to look at her, “Hello?”
Staring into the flickering orange flames, she tried to comprehend what had happened. Trish, her best friend and only confidant, had called the city guard. For Aira’s own good, she had said. As if being imprisoned and beaten until she resembled what her city thought a woman should be would benefit her in the slightest.