CHAPTER 13
Why did I reveal myself like that?
Penrys was dismayed at her breakdown before Zandaril. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, disturbed at the quaver in her throat, as if she were near to tears. None of this was his fault, and he was doing his best to keep an open mind about raunarys.
I must be more tired than I realized, and I wasn’t prepared for his offer of friendship, of respect. No one back home at the Collegium had been half so welcoming, and she’d been there three years, not just three days.
Back home, was it? Nothing home-like about it. Do I really want to go back? What for, besides the books I haven’t read yet? That’s not much of an excuse for a life.
What do I really want? To find out what I am and where I came from, I guess. They had no answers, so wher
