Dalethria's upper lip curled as a small, barely
audible sigh was trying to escape. She quelled that instantly and was grateful for the blindfold that Baska was wearing. The purest memory of complete fury was bliss to her senses. It was almost as if ... She sighed, not wanting to go down a path that would lead to momentary despair. It was not conducive to her own barely patched mindset and it ...