I don’t have a choice not if I want to stay alive.Ĭolumen goes out into the corridor – a little, dark, winding corridor, that’s more like a tunnel than anything else – and I follow at his heels. Finally I get up and go to him, silently, because there’s nothing else I can do. Come with me.’ There’s a tone in his voice that I want to obey, in spite of myself: partly because it makes me want to trust him, and partly because I’m afraid not to. What’s he going to do? What does he want? I don’t move my heart is stuttering now, beating loudly in my ears. Iaspis watches him coolly, with her head on one side. You’ve given me an idea.’ He walks to the door, straight past her, and pauses there to beckon me to follow, the way you’d click your fingers to a dog when you’re taking it for a walk. His sister moves automatically out of his way. Shall I come back when you’ve crashed?’Ĭolumen gets up, swiftly, in a smooth movement that my eyes can’t quite follow, as though there’s something slippery about it. ‘You are joking?’ He shakes his head, still smiling, and she steps backwards. She bends forward to look at him, raising her eyebrows. It’s a slow, calculating smile that makes me uneasy.
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