Ty's eyes were slits from anger and the purest loathing. She hung in the shadows, trying to compose her voice so as to hide its hatred.
"Who did the raping, then?" she asked. The girl looked down.
"The adults…" she murmured.
Ty growled. "Your parents or the keepers?" she asked, a little louder.
"Both," she replied, a tear sliding down her face. Ty stepped forward from the shadows and wiped it away.
"Your parents are a danger," she told the girl, who looked up through tears and visible desperation. "We can't risk them getting a hold of you again. I don't know what they teach you kids about morals, but rape here is a crime. Unfortunately, if they want to mess with the rich men of Corus, that is their business—but I must tell you that's not what they're doing. They've been attacking us and other people who work for the King and Queen for months. They're setting gangs on us, and we simply cannot allow it to continue."
"What will you do?" Galatry asked, trying to master herself.
Ty's eyes glazed as she thought. After a few moments, she shook her head to clear it. "For starters, we're getting you the hell out of here," she said. "Then—" she paused as hatred rang in her skull echoing her heartbeat.
"I'll handle your parents."