WILL STRUGGLED TO his feet as understanding battled pain in his throbbing head. He stared at Yeshe. “You? They’re after you, not me?”
youIgnoring Will, Morrigan motioned to one soldier. “Bind the monk. You’ll carry him from here. And you…” she said, pointing to another soldier, “will carry the girl we left downstairs.”
Girl? That had to be Case. They had Case, too? No, no, no.
A soldier pulled Yeshe’s arms back, binding his hands with zip ties. Yeshe bowed his head. “Forgive me, young master.”
“You said you were chasing them,” Will cried. “You lied to me. You lied to all of us. Why?”
youthemYeshe looked at Will, his eyes pleading. “After running for so long, I thought I had found someone who could save me. I thought your powers could save us all.”
Morrigan frowned at Will. “Now why w
