"I did, Mark," Diane stated quietly. "I'm the one you want. Everyone else is following my orders—including Tryson. So if you've got bought negotiating to do, it is me you want."
She said the words with such conviction, every Chimera existing bowed or saluted.
Mark stared at her, stunned.
But Diane could barely hold his gaze, because regardless of her tries to shut Tryson off so he couldn't interrupt her, he was fighting, scratching at her resolve. And as the Chimera round her submitted, giving truth to her statement, it used to be Tryson's voice, cracking with desperation, frantic with emotion, echoing in her head.
No… Diane … Please… YOU CAN'T DO THIS!
~ Tryson ~
Tryson roared her identify so the ceiling shook. He rolled, determined to get out of this bed, however the healer hadn'
