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Lorine gave Karigan a sidelong look, perhaps guessing that there wasbeen the professor’s favorite "You may not see it, but sheto take his place, but he hasn’t the warmth His so check on her"

She watched after Lorine as she went to Arhys’ rooan had wanted to do was alienate an ally She would try to be more delicate with Arhys next time, but her patience was in short supply at the s and toast

A few uards entered, one bearing a couple of boxes

"You," the first guard said, pointing at Karigan "Co ordered about, but she set her fork down and obeyed

"Hands out," the guard said when she reached him

To her surprise, he took out a key and unlocked her manacles Grateful, she rubbed her wrists Meanwhile, the second guard set the boxes down on the sofa

"Dr Silk says you are to hat is in the boxes," the guard said "We will be back for you in an hour" With that, they left, and she looked down at the boxes, speculatively

"What is it?" Lorine asked, poking her head out froan lifted the lid off the top box, and s the witch, Cade had been taken up a couple floors in the lift and placed in a box of a cell with a solid steel door and no way to look out at anything There was a metal bench affixed to the wall, no ht poured down on hirill

"Re, "and how it could become the fate of your lady"

They’d unshackled his wrists, but Starling was gone before Cade could atteuards and throttle hi how he’d bash Starling’s head to a pulp against the stone wall if ever given half a chance That ian’s face

He paced until exhaustion forced hih his wounds had been healed, his body had undergone great trauerly touched the place the bullet had entered, the cloth around it stiffened by dry blood He did not kno many meals he had missed, but his ht to inforht above

Everything had gone wrong He’d been a fool to think they could enter the heart of the eht It did not an would pay the price for his idiocy, as likely would Arhys and Lorine He’d failed as a Weapon, a rebel, and a man He had failed in every way, and it was the worst,

He covered his face with his hands, continuing to blame himself, when a voice, remembered or actual, once more spoke into his mind: Patience

The witch, he was sure of it Did this ht was not as hopeless as it see himself?

Cade curled up on the icy steel bunk, recrihts, his eyes closed against the light, though it was so bright it leaked through his eyelids He did not expect to sleep in such uncoued by his ordeal was he, that he began to drift off

An explosive noisein a e He had no idea what the sound was or where it had couessed it was for one purpose only: to torment him, to deny him even the escape of sleep Without it, he’d be ever ive them the information they wanted It would weaken him

He sat once more on the bench and tried to relax Every time his eyelids drooped, he shook hi noise at any ain, closer, louder His reaction this time included a shout that was one part shock and one part frustration He kicked the wall and yelled, then stuure out how they spied on hi, and even the floor for a peephole, but saw nothing This was Gossham, he remembered, the eic would allow them to view him

Cade rubbed his eyes and settled in for the duration Only now, the noise came at unexpected intervals, even when he hadn’t fallen asleep Otherwise, his existence in his small cell passed like a lifetime It could have been a ht, orreturned

The door to the cell creaked open and a guard brought in a table and chair, wiping theuard stood watch over Cade with his hand on his holstered gun The first guard left, while the second re entered, he filled much of the rooure "Well, well, Mr Harlowe How are we doing?"

Cade noted he had not ht His answer to the question was, Miserably, which he of course did not speak aloud A headache froued him, and his entire body ached But he would ad hi a basket of food There was cold chicken and biscuits, and pungent sharp cheese, a plu of ale to wash it all down Cade’s storu worked his way through his food, but the aromas were too pronounced This was a different sort of torture