Standing on the cold, concrete floor, damp air leaving goosebumps on his skin, he turned to the woman who had cut him with her knife. “So, you’re planning to escape through the Gate? How do you imagine you’ll accomplish that without power?”
“Never you mind.”
He flashed a grin that his captor wouldn’t see. “Bit of a glaring omission, there. Maybe you should work out the details before you put the plan into action.”
“Get moving.”
“And if I don’t? What are you-”
The woman descended the last few stairs and punched him in the gut. Wheezing, Nezil folded up on himself. He thought he might black out right then and there. While he was doubled over, she seized a fistful of his hair and dragged him toward the SlipGate.
He couldn’t see anything, but he knew the layout of his house. This room co
