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I finished applying the cream to my injuries and extended the vial back to him.
“Keep it,” he said. “You might need it when you return to your… duties.”
And with that, he stood up, turned on his heel, and approached his men.
He slapped one on the back and issued an order.
The leader wasn’t stupid, that much was obvious.
But had I helped Egara?
Or had I told him too much?
In truth, I really didn’t know what Egara might do next.
Oh, I knew he would head back to the ship, would pick up the pieces of his old life, but I had no idea where that life existed.
I barely even knew where mine existed now.
Would he think of me? I wondered. Would he think of me in his quieter moments?
I thought so.
There was nothing worse than being forgotten.
Something nettled me about the leader’s tone of words.
They made me think he knew more about the relationship between a victor and his Prize than he was letting on.
I wondered what it was.
The prison guards carried armloads of poles that they stabbed into the sand at random intervals.
An opaque wall formed between them before turning milk-white and solidifying.
They were temporary structures of some kind.
I guess we would be staying here for the night.
8
EGARA
The shuttlecraft breached the atmosphere with ease.
There was always the fear machinery would seize up when it was left lying around.
The shuttlecraft took the turbulence well and held itself together with strong resolve.
Better than I was, anyway.
Six times already I’d made to turn the shuttlecraft around and head back, to dive headlong into an attempt to rescue Agatha.
Maybe if I moved fast enough, attacked silently and without warning, I could rescue her without the prison guards knowing.
Yeah, right.
The guards had made a mistake in allowing me to escape once and they weren’t about to repeat it a second time.
