She glowered at me, blazing sheer hatred, as I held the pistol leveled at her face.
“I have told you the truth,” I said. “I could kill you now but that would not change the truth of what I have spoken.”
Another pair of guards bolted through the office door, saw that their commander was under my gun, and froze in their tracks.
“I won’t willingly allow myself to be sliced up just because you want to find nonexistent traitors,” I said to the officer. “I told you the truth. It was a total surprise to me that you have humans in this camp working with you.”
I handed her the pistol. She grabbed it and started to swing it at me.
“And I bear a message from the Old Ones,” I blurted.
She stopped in midswing. “The Old Ones? The creatures in the sea?”
“Yes,” I said.
She hissed. But she put the gun down on the desk.