“Zane,” he called. The other Keeper stood near the man door to the warehouse, keeping watch. “Let’s go. I’m going to grab the rest of the supplies from the office and we’ll head out.”
Stepping into the pre-fab office, he studied Jordan. The Betrayer, he corrected. Was he hallucinating, after staring at a computer screen for hours on end?
Hadn’t she been closer to the desk before?
Kneeling, he slowly reached out to touch her arm.
Her eyelids fluttered open. “Please don’t hurt me,” she croaked.
Jerking his hand back, he stared in disbelief. So help him, she resembled a baby bird that’d fallen from its nest. Frail and helpless, filth coated her hair, face, and clothes. She stank as though she hadn’t bathed for days. But her eyes were as clear and blue as a summer sky.
Harvesting her dark energy to create the Similitude hadn’t killed her. Damned near, though. To drain her with the Flint now would go against every shred of decency he possessed as a Keeper.
Torn, he wiped a hand over his mouth. “Your own people left you for dead.”
Eyeing him warily, she lifted a shaking hand, as if to shield herself.
“It’s my people who want me dead,” she rasped.
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