A low, rough voice was speaking overhead. I suppressed the urge to groan, not knowing where I was or who held me captive. A familiar, annoying feminine voice answered him. “It’s not like we had any other chances. I had to find you, Remin, even if that meant us getting captured. We could have found a way out together.” Remin? I wondered why that name sounded so familiar, but my head felt like it had been hammered by a blasted shovel. My thoughts were mushed as a pack of field rations, as a fish caught in the leviathan’s teeth. The male sighed and moved further away, his every sound echoing as if we were encased by rock. “That’s water-logging talk and you know it. Why did you and the wildling not blast off this rock when you had the chance?” “Because…” she choked on her words. I opened my eyes, against my better judgment. For I knew it was Adi, as surely as I remembered all the events that had led up to this one moment.
