“OH MY gods.”
The sudden exclamation jerked Torin awake, but he kept his eye closed and maintained his steady heart rate while trying to figure out where he was and how much danger he was in.
“He’s quite the specimen, isn’t he? I was going to comm you later. How’s Kia doing?”
Torin flipped through his mental database trying to place the name, but he was still too foggy.
“He’s fine. I think seeing Ogill killed helped him move on.”
He still couldn’t place the name Kia, but he’d worry about that later. Hearing Ogill was dead thrilled him. Good. That meant Dossi more than likely had assumed Ogill’s position, that was if Dossi was still alive.
She had been taken captive by the queen, who was also her mother. Dossi had been tortured for standing against the crown. The females in power were nearly as twisted as the Blishue. It was the ultimate compliment as far as a Blishue was concerned. He no longer agreed.
“Oh gods, Neo. This is the Blishue who helped the resistance, isn’t it? Is he okay?”
Torin struggled to keep his breathing steady. Neo. Well now, he certainly knew that name, and it helped explained where he was. Neo was king consort and mate to Hamza, the ruler of Tah’Nar. The Tah’Narians knew he was a double agent, but for one of them to be concerned about his welfare was shocking. Even more so was the effort put in to save him.
“He’s okay, and yes, he’s the spy. Unfortunately, we don’t know his name yet.”
So they hadn’t figured out his identity. Interesting. Eyes still shut, he listened closely. The king consort moved to the foot of the bed and picked up something that rattle. Ah, yes, that was right. Neo was a doctor too, so that rattle was most likely his chart.
“He was unconscious when found, so because of his injuries, it was best to keep him sedated during treatment.”