Fen Joori asked. Hostile. Suspicious. Imara couldn't really blame him.With a stifled growl, Imara rechecked the wards she'd set in place last night as she'd shuffled the Patrol off with excuses and high-handed commands, and a grudging promise that she would see that the Incendiary was brought to the Statehouse tomorrow. Today. The suns were already rising. She sighed, glanced over at the bed, and pursed her lips."When I understand it fully myself,” she replied.She'd thought it best last night to keep watch over Fen Jacin herself. The one called Kojoi Shig—the one with the mark of the spirits almost blazing out from her soul—had bullied the younger brother out the door, and Kel Saminil had kept the watch across the hall. The twin, this Fen Joori, had refused to be moved from his brother's side and slumped now, trying not to let bloodshot eyes drift closed, propped against the headboard of the bed where the Incendiary lay unconscious. Imara had been afraid for a while last night that the potion Fen Jacin submissively—indeed, dazedly—allowed Kel Saminil to pour down his throat wasn't going to work, but it seemed like it had finally kicked in.
