Soraya's POV
I froze midstep, visibly paling at the sight of Amy at the rogue king's mercy. Despite all she had done, I did not have the heart to throw her to the sharks. I did not have the heart to watch her get murdered right in front of me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew she deserved peace. Peace and happiness, and the chance to live a better life. Images of the day I saved her from that diner flashed through my mind; how abused and helpless she had been. I just could not convince myself that the gratitude in her eyes when I promised to save her was nothing but an act.
Again, the nagging feeling that I'd had earlier that she was terrified of something resurfaced in my mind. Coupled with the possibility that she had left the blindfold off me while leading me through the camp.
