Annika was more disappointed than angry or resentful, mostly because she was of no mind to face trying to climb up to the bluff again and she wasn’t terribly crazy about being hauled around by a winged man, either. She’d hoped to learn more with the excursion, but she had seen plenty to think about.
She settled to sift through the impressions, trying to ignore Zhor’s attempt to lead her to conclusions that might or might not be true.
Despite his attempt to convince her—she thought—that thezorphhad taken everything, he couldn’t know, for instance, what had transpired after he had rescued/captured her. She’d been pretty out of it, but she had been very aware of his presence on the cot next to her while she’d swum in and out of consciousness. She recalled that he had flown around with her for quite some time before he had taken her to his place.
That meant he wasn’t present to witness anything that happened after the crash as far as she could see.
That didn’t rule out that he knew second hand from people he’d known whohadbeen at the site, but it suggested he had presented a theory, not fact.
Or he had something to hide and he was deliberately misleading her.
Well, she couldn’t determine that until and unless she managed to gather some evidence/facts.
That meant climbing the bluff again or convincing Zhor to take her to the place where she’d dropped the buoy.
He returned several hours later with food and the appearance of someone who’d been in a fight—with someone else, or something.
Or he’d crashed.
Something had distracted him, or he’d gotten a cramp or something like that and he’d fallen.
It would never have occurred to her that he might have an accident, but it wasn’t as if walking people didn’t stumble over things in their distraction or just trip over their own feet and fall down.
That wasn’t a terribly reassuring thought since she was so dependent upon him to get anywhere.
He didn’t want to talk about it, however, refused to even attempt to explain what had happened.
