XII | Tale, Interrupted
“... art thou listening?” the prefect was saying.
Dravidian straightened. “Very much so, Prefect,” he lied.
“Clearly thou wert not. I just told thee to meet me at your gondola in one quarter of an hour. Yet you have not taken a single step.”
“I would not presume to walk before you, Prefect.”
Asmodeus smiled. “Ah, very good.” He began moving in that direction. “I understand thou visited the cellblock ...”
Dravidian thought quickly. “I—yes. I had considered speaking to her in private ... in the hope of encouraging her to submit. But I changed my—”
“Therefore my promise has been rescinded.”
Dravidian looked up sharply—saw only the prefect’s hunched back. “The girl shall be put to torment. Therefore it’s possible she shall live, and it’s possible she shall not.
