Kurby didn’t move. These guys were joking and laughing, as if this were any other day, and they weren’t standing in a prison from hell. What was happening here?
“Kurby, are you coming?” Jigger asked softly.
Gods, Kurby wanted to say yes, but then the words of Councilman Abbott came back to him, and Kurby found himself backing up.
“Kurby? What’s wrong?” Jigger asked, in concern.
Taking a moment to swallow the nonexistent spit in his mouth, Kurby rasped out, “Where is Councilman Abbott? What if... what if this is a trick to get me to leave, and gives him the excuse he needs to kill me, or my family?”
“What? Kill you? Kurby, remember I already told you that if we had wanted you dead, you already would be. As for the councilman, I’m not sure which he was, but since he was with the ol
