52: Brice
Brice
Fen moaned again and clutched her stomach. She glanced at Brice to check if he’d noticed.
Brice gave nothing away. Did she think he was that stupid?
She let out a long, dramatic sigh.
she sussed.
There was no pause, no time for her to consider things.
Brice opened his eyes, looked to the door. It had been hours since their last meal, and as usual Fen had taken her bowl first. Brice had noticed the marking this time, the chip in the bowl’s lip.
He replayed the overheard conversation. So they were pushing him. Why? They wanted to see what he’d do? Did they want him to escape?
wantIt was a possibility. Sure, they wanted to study him, pick his lattice apart. But they also saw him as a nuisance, didn’t they? He got the impression some of them wanted him alive, but other
