His words did not register in her mind. Images flashed behind closed lids, emotions suffocating her. Foxglove felt the fear, the hurt, the anger all once more, as if she were once again trapped in that little cabin with the other prisoners, wondering why her tribe would imprison her simply because of her blood as a hybrid. Would she ever be free of the torment that had caused her? It seemed as if she never would.
"A húgom," she said feebly, her voice hardly more than a whisper. Jade eyes snapped open, registering now the male before her. "She is my sister." The words were still quiet, but now forceful, angry. "How could this have happened?" Foxglove wanted answers; she wanted to know how this could have been allowed to happen. Why had they not gone to save her? Would someone stop her if she tried? Would she even be able to, weak and small as she was?
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