Tyran
Tyran
Hunt snarled at my words. “Shut up. We’re going to be smart about this. They don’t know how strong you are, what was done to you. We’ll get out of here, and then we’ll kill the traitor.”
“How could we not know about Krael, about his treachery?” That’s what I wanted to know. He’d lived among us, worked among us. He had friends. Why had he turned? And turned he had indeed. He was acting of his own free will, not controlled internally and automatically by the Hive menace. I’d seen the bastard walking around, giving orders.
I wanted to kill him. But first, we had to get out of this cell. And to do that, we had to either figure out how to walk through solid rock, or discover a way to get around the force field trapping us here. I’d stopped trying to find ways past the shimmering
