How much more time will I spend here? How long before all five months of work is undone? I think of Val Moren tossing things in the air and letting them crash down around him. His human face and his unsympathetic human eyes.
Cage seems to have regained her composure, but her long tail swishes back and forth. “Well, you’re ours now, mortal. Hann will regret the day he put any trust in you.”
She means me to be more afraid, but I feel a little relief. They don’t think I have any special power. They think I have a special vulnerability. They think they can control me as they would any mortal.
Still, relief is the last thing I ought to show. “Yeah, Hann should definitely trust you more. You seem really trustworthy. It’s not like you’re actually currently betraying him.”
Cage reaches into a
