Rach shrank down into the chair her mother had ordered her into and kept her mouth shut when Y'Roden arrived. Her mind was spinning, and it was hard to get a hold on what she was thinking, or how she was supposed to feel with the barrage of information her mother had thrown at her.
Anaya could be alive? And she'd just... given up? Guilt tore at the redhead, blending with the fading anger and overwhelming any urge to speak.
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