She lashed out instinctively at an opponent she sensed was very close. The sense of restraints around her wrists suddenly reappeared and Elletra’s eyes snapped open, expecting it to begin all over again.
A pair of deep blue eyes stared back at her, but the face that surrounded it was full of concern, not disinterest. She struggled for a moment longer, then relaxed and breathed out.
“I thought I told you to leave.”
He laughed, slightly nervously, and released his hold. Elletra noticed his knife was still on the table where she’d left it.
“I was going to until you started yelling at the top of your voice. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just… the past is not really a very good thing to bring up.”
He looked down briefly in what could almost be shame.
“I’m sorry. But you know, we all have things we would rather forget.”
After a moment, he rose to leave. She caught his hand, just for a second.
“Did I say anything in particular?”
He frowned and shook his head, but the hesitation said it all.