“No, no!” I shook my head. “You don’t have to do it this way. I speak the truth. Bring in a seer!”
Merferi twined her fingers in my hair. Her pointed nails massaged my scalp, light and fairy-like. I shuddered under her gentle touch, fearing it was just to calm me. Goosebumps formed on my skin and, for a moment, I gave myself over to the intimate pleasure.
Her light touch turned hard, squeezing the back of my neck. “The last thing I want is a seer.”
She let go and casually circled me. The questions flowed nice and easy to start. What was Har-Jay’s age? Where did she live? Nobility descended? Merferi lazily flipped a red quirt back and forth, its tails striking my trembling legs while my voice quavered.
Why was I so scared? A whipping was nothing new to me, or my arms being stretched to
