Aamani was halfway up the corridor.
Jack slipped his hands into his pockets and followed along behind her, shaking his head in dismay. “You really want to give up so easily?” he asked, catching up. “We do need to know what Slade is planning.”
Aamani shot a glance over her shoulder, her mouth a thin line, her eyes as hard as concrete. “He's in no frame of mind to tell us,” she said. “But boredom can be a powerful motivator. I'm glad you people are willing to do what must be done.”
Well…that left him with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like to think of himself as the sort of person who “did what must be done.” Not in the way that Aamani meant it, at least. Still…what else did you do with someone who could Bend the very fabric of space-time? They couldn't risk Arin get
