She bit her lip, wondering if she should say more. Could this man be there just to get information from her?
As if he could read her mind, he answered, “I would never repeat what you say. My son was killed right in front of me to break me. I have no love for those males. The Goddess will make them all answer for what they have done. I hold no ill will toward you or others like you.”
She looked at the other males in the cabin. They seemed to be sleeping. She took a deep breath. “A couple of days ago I met this man, CristOF. He had been called to Kiljor for a mission. I spent a little time with him, and then he left. I don’t know where he went or what his mission was, but these guys seem to think I do.”
“Did you fall in love with the male?”
She didn’t know why that was important, but she answered him anyway. “I was beginning to...yes.”
“If they find out you have feelings for the male, they could use you to get him to betray his people. Tell them what you can, since you know nothing. They may take pity on you and end your life quickly.”
With that sad and wise advice, she knew she would die here having never had a chance to tell CristOF how much it meant to spend time with him. He would never know that she was starting to fall in love with him; she refused to allow the rebels to use her to manipulate CristOF. He was an honorable man and deserved better.
