I had a spring in my step as I made my way down the hallway that led to Bane’s office.
Usually there was a crushing weight of dread that usually accompanied my walk there but today, that dread had shifted.
For the first time, I was happy?
Could you believe that?
Me?
Amaya Vancouver? Glorified prisoner of the Valak head, happy to see Bane Valak of all people?
Who would have seen that coming?
I pushed open the heavy oak doors without waiting for a guard’s permission.
I don’t think they were even willing to deal with anymore of my shenanigans.
Bane was seated behind his desk, the glow of the desk lamp casting sharp, geometric shadows across his face.
He didn't look up as I entered.
He was signing papers with a fountain pen, the scratching of the nib the only sound in the room.
