Hugh watches me closely as I tell him what I have to say. He doesn’t even blink as he studies my face, probably wondering if I’m joking or not. It’s a miracle he didn’t throw me out the moment he saw my face.
“So, if I understand this correctly … You’re here … again … Because you want to lure your mother in somehow?” he asks, making me nod. It’s the only way. If we give her what she wants, she might walk straight into the trap. “You do know she could still be controlling some warriors in this very room and is listening to this conversation?”
“I’m trying not to think about that,” I respond to his latest question first, then sigh. “There’s still the matter of figuring out what she actually wants,” I then add, making the man narrow his eyes at me.
He draws in a sharp, slow breath, then exh
