Rage. Guilt.
Horror so violent he had wrapped it in murder because anything else would have destroyed him.
“Keres, listen to me.” I had to try, Goddess, I had to “I’m fine, I’m fine now! Look at me Keres!”
He didn’t give a flying f**k. He pulled again.
Stone dust fell from the wall.
Thane’s voice cut through the link, low and sharp.
‘There are cameras!’
‘I don’t see one but– who the f**k knows’ I muttered.
My head was splitting. Keres’ rage was still pressing against my skull, Pluto was still useless behind the fog, and now Thane was in my head too, calm in the way only Thane could be calm when he was one breath away from becoming something nobody survived.
‘I’m being watched,’ Thane said ‘probably you are too!’
‘I know! f**k I know! But he’s not listening! He’s not reasonable!’
