He shook his head as if what he wanted to say was a bad idea, and instead looked away from her. It was as if he couldn't stand the sight of her for long.
"Try to see if you can get her to come," Zavian pointed at the mirror now being held by one of the guards and stalked off. Neera wouldn't know where in the castle he would be, and as she caught her reflection in the mirror, hollowed-out face, solemn purple eyes, silver hair pinned perfectly into a high bun, she wondered what would be of her if she did eventually find Lydia.
Run away...
Anna's advice floated to her. But she only wanted to run to Zavian, and she had never felt more alone.
….
Freya was back to practice like she never left.
