But ever since he had started on the quest for the Gargoyle Key, he felt like something had been stripped from him, the hardness that he had kindled around his heart had been burnt off, just like the skin of his face. And although his senses told him he was somewhere heart breaking, somewhere that screamed pain, he felt like he had something to do there. Some purpose.
“Let’s rest a while, use some military canvas to get some shut-eye and then take advantage of Quine’s offer of transport,” he said, looking for the platoon quartermaster.
Bunce saw Elena flinch at Spicer’s words.
“Are you alright?” she asked the older woman.
“I just..,” she shook her head. “That Hilt man, he’s dangerous. He’s a killer, I mean, that’s all he is. And I used him. I made him angry.”
She had never seen a c***
