“Very well, then,” she finally said, and crumpled back onto the cot. Her neck arched back as she studied the white, patternless ceiling. “You have my word,” I said in the next instant. Then, like the click of a camera, an illumination of black and white, a picture of the four missing men, and now the missing Rianne Harte, flashed beneath my thoughts, followed quickly by an image of Dallas, hovering close to death. I’d always prided myself on my honesty, and each time I uttered a lie, a little piece of my integrity melted away. “How can I be sure you will release Kyrin?”įor one brief second, I hesitated in my deception. “Is that all?”Ī long moment passed while she considered my offer. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and her pale cheeks brightened with color. “But compliments are not what I want from you.” A token of your appreciation, if you will.” If he is to remain that way, however, I need an act of good faith from you. I stared her straight in the eye when I added, “For now. “He is unharmed.” Maintaining my casual facade, I leaned against the wall. “If you hurt him, I swear by your God I will destroy you and all you hold dear.” She leaned forward, anticipating my answer. “Is he hurt?” she half growled, half sobbed. You do remember the effects of stun, don’t you?” My pyre-gun gave me all the authority I needed. “Kyrin would never allow himself to be taken.” She gripped the edge of her cot, her knuckles quickly losing all color.
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