Fifteen
“I chose you.” Kaari’s voice echoed between the walls of what had become his underground prison.
“Can we change the color of the lights, please?” Björn murmured, unnerved by the blues.
“Sure, what would you like?”
“Kaari’d know what I like.”
Silence.
The lights turned into a warm orange.
“Close enough,” Björn snorted. “You didn’t choose me. You need me to do the things you can’t.”
On the inside, Björn quivered. He had shut off the masking device, given up the location of Area Three, and for what? He hoped Annie was still somewhere in the mountains. He needed more space. More time.
“Well, that’s awfully cruel of you,” Kaari replied, smirking. “And wrong, by the way. I could have asked any of those fanatics outside to come in and help me. It would be quicker and more efficie
