But apparently he hadn’t been gunned down enough to keep him from selling the rest of us out to Shackleton. We’d seen him get gunned down, back in town. He broke off into another wail as Jordan jostled him again. She shot a dark look at Soren, like she was half-tempted to throw him to the guards and be done with it. He writhed under my grip, swollen, bruised, slick with the blood from his interrogation.Ī torch beam sliced past us and I caught a flash of Jordan’s face, stretched tight with anger. ‘Quiet!’ hissed Jordan, steering us back towards the entrance to the Vattel Complex, but Soren kept right on shrieking. Soren wailed in pain as Jordan and I dragged him through the mud. Torches swept through the bush behind us, closer every second. For more reasons than I could possibly list here.
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