Accursed Questioning

I sat up slowly, cringing against the pain shooting down my back.  I hadn’t seen the Premiere in a few days.  I wonder what’s happened to Lily...

I heard two pairs of footsteps.  My eyes widened to see the Premiere with an advisor following close behind.  I peered at the advisor, who raised his eyebrow to me ever so slightly.

In a way that was very familiar to me.

My jaw nearly dropped in disbelief. “Lily?!” I mouthed. My sister discreetly put a finger to her lips, nodding and giving me her “I’ll explain later” look.

“Now Ezra,” the Premiere began, “do you recall that I if I couldn’t get information from your sister, I would try to do so from you?”  I nodded.  “Well? Anything you’d like to share with us right off?”

“Just because I’m bedridden don’t mean I’m tellin’ you anything!” I cried.  I sat up quickly, but fell back again, moaning.

“Now sir,” Lily said to the Premiere, “I think we should maybe hold off questioning, just for a while.”

“Why?”

“He has been through an ordeal."  There was something oddly unsettling about her tone; a lilt to it I had didn't quite trust.  "Besides," she continued with the faintest trace of a smirk, "he doesn’t have proper… motivation.”

I swallowed nervously.  I caught a crafty glint in her eye I can’t say I’ve ever seen before.

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