He didn’t have the strength, however. Especially not as the pain intensified even further.
He was not a prisoner here, Abalone said as he went over and reclosed the thing. Why escape?The more important question, Phury said, was how can we be sure he’s actually gone? This is a big house. Lots of hiding places—
Maybe this will explain things. Z went over to the desk in the corner and held up a sealed envelope. It’s got your name on it.The Brother brought the thing over and handed it to Abalone.With shaking hands, Abalone opened the back flap and took out the single sheet of paper that had been folded twice. The stationery was his own, with an engraving of a line drawing of the house at the top:
What he would not do was give in to the nearly choking urge to phone Layla and hear her voice, and beg her to see him in spite of what he had told her.That would only be a further death for him.
The Bloodletter had taught him that part of strength was the elimination of weakness, and over time, with repeated exposure to that Chosen, his emotions had castrated him: He was making choices and finding distractions in things that compromised the integrity of his warrior self.
And somehow she had figured it all out and called him on his truth.Nice? Maggie gushed. That’s a start! And much better than that anarchist with the tattoo on his face.
We weren’t friends, I corrected her. I just stole his motorcycle. While he happened to be on it.Nobody had ever really believed that story, but it was true, and it was how I figured out that I could get people to do things just by thinking it. I had been thinking that I really wanted his bike, and then I was looking at him and he was listening to me, even though I hadn’t said anything. Then I was driving his motorcycle.
So this really is gonna be a new start for us? Maggie couldn’t hold back her excitement any longer. Her blue eyes started to well with happy tears. Wendy, this is just so wonderful! We can really make a home here!I wasn’t nearly as excited about it as she was, though I couldn’t help but hope she was right. It would be nice to feel like I was home somewhere.