How could he say no to going?
And how could he risk so much by going when there was so little intel and no answer to so many questions about the why of the mission?
He said, “How do we know that we can trust you?”
Jeval stepped forward. His hands came out, and he captured Drake’s face between them. Drake’s mouth opened and his hands came up in a fighter stance, but then they dropped limply. Drake went to his knees, his face blank in his mouth hanging agape as he stared upward into Jeval’s face.
A pause, pregnant and heavily weighted, sprung up but then it shattered when Jeval stepped backward with Drake’s mouth working and his hands battering at the air for his face. Drake slumped forward, completely unconscious. Blade stared from his half-brother to the Revant.
He got out the words, “What is it? What did you see within his mind?”
Jeval looked at him. Blood ran from one of Jeval’s nostrils, and his face was saggy. An expression of sheer and utter terror coated his features. “The Speakers door. It is real. And he knows where it is.”
