Haly followed the stranger down the hall. She had to hurry to keep up with his swoft pace.
She liked this stranger. He was nice. He deserved the best of the world. It should bend itself to his will.
For a second, something flittered kn her mind. She reached for it, but there was… something in the way. Her mind couldn’t go fast enough. Something was keeping her thoughts limited to some small bubble.
It snapped back into place and the moment passed.
He’s nice… he’d be a good leader…
Down the hall he led her, in a stupor of thought…
Karden stepped briskly, accustoming himself to his new surroundings. The clinic was nice… yes, it would do perfectly.
He glanced back at his minion, the insipid, bare-footed girl who called herself Haly. Perhaps he’d let her live once she could do nothing more for him, as payment for setting him free. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Either way, he needed her now, so he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
Yes, life was sweet. And revenge would be sweeter.