Polly ran with them, if only to keep from getting trampled, though Breal wasn’t letting go of her neck.
“Stars, you are slow,” Breal snapped. “Move, or we drag you!”
“I’m not helping you!”
“Then you die!”
Polly felt a pinch on her neck, and everything went faded to, not exactly gray, but not dark. It was this strange sense of shadows and light, but she couldn’t quite grasp what she was seeing.
Everything shimmered.
And she wasn’t in control of what she was doing anymore.
Everything started moving really fast, before it all went black.
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Erzo’s head hurt like the spawns of all of damnation.
The light was too bright. He couldn’t see anything.
The bed too cold.
No Polly to keep him warm.
Polly.
His heart raced, and he leaped up.
Or rather, he tried to.
Metal clattered against the hard surface, preventing him from moving. He’d been restrained on a medical table, angled up just enough that he could somewhat see out into the room, once he got used to the bright lights in his face. He pulled against it again, jerking at the restraints to break free.
No luck.
“Calm down. You’re fine,” a male voice said.
A voice he knew very, very well. As well as Breal’s voice. And one he liked way less.
“You had better untie me, you fat bastard,” Erzo snarled.
The light shifted.
“Well, that’s a horrible way to greet your father.” Arik said as he came closer to the medical bed that Erzo was on.
And he was still just as fat as he’d always been.
Still smelled like browling meat, too.
“Maybe I’d be nicer to him if he didn’t fucking kidnap me!” Erzo fired back.
“You won’t listen to reason,” Arik said. “So drastic measures were taken.”
“Where’s Polly?”
“She’s fine.”
“Where. Is. Polly?”
