Tempest shook in both fear and rage.
This was all a big lie. She should've known better than to believe anything anyone on this planet had to say. For all she knew, everyone here was a liar. It wouldn't be that much different from the people on earth.
She knew better than to intrude on Dron's personal space, but what had he expected her to do? She was starving, and she didn't know how to get any food for herself.
The light from the small tablet like device attached to her arm caused the closet she was hiding in to glow. It was only by chance that Tempest realized there was somewhere to hide. If she didn't find the closet, she'd be running around the house like a lost animal. Maybe that was exactly what Dron wanted.
"Tempest, surely, he didn't try to kill you." Mexyn stared at Tempest through the screen.
"Yes, he did!" Tempest whisper-screamed at the woman. She didn't understand how dangerous this was or more likely, she just didn't care.
"He laid a hand on you then?"
"No."
