I regained my feet slower than I did the first time. Divinity was gone again. I checked and found I still had his keys. He hadn’t bothered to take them from me when he had the chance. Which meant he wasn’t worried about making his escape. Why should he be, I asked myself. After all, I was the only obstacle in his path, and he’d already proved there wasn’t much difficulty waiting for him on that road.
Pulling myself together, I started down the asphalt pathway again, looking for Divinity. What was going on was becoming obvious. I’d become sport for a bored athlete, fodder for a matched set of dangerous appendages all fueled by a massive storehouse of power and ego. It was rapidly occurring to me that since Divinity had little interest in escaping, he must be interested in something else. R
