Michyle’s POV
Michyle sat across from the three detained thieves. He was not sure what information he expected to get out of them.
“They would never send anyone after us. No one we know would even be able to get here so fast,” Justun explained.
Michyle knew it was rational and logical. The rebels had limited resources. But, his look remained doubtful.
“There is no way for them to even know that we have been caught,” Justun continued.
“You need to shut up, Justun.” Lucas looked angrily from Justun to Michyle.
“You don’t have to believe me,” Justun continued. “But my journal is on the mess deck. If you find it, you’ll know everything about us.”
“You cowardly traitor!” Lucas yelled.
“Michyle, Chara is my wife,” Justun finally admitted.