Book Eight: Chapter 95

“Hey.” He waved at them. They looked like young women. From what he could see of their clothing, he assumed some type of villager or servant. “I don’t suppose we could talk about this?”

They vanished through the ceiling. Mike shook his head in frustration.

“If ye want, I could maybe talk to ‘em.” Suly walked next to Mike. “Perhaps they could be made to see reason. I doubt there’s anything here that could hurt me.”

For a moment, Mike was tempted. His distrust of Nyx had jaded him to any potential betrayal on Suly’s part, but he had no real reason to suspect that Sulyvahn was doing anything wrong.

Still, those thin golden chains wrapped around Suly’s soul portended otherwise. Mike took a moment to consider what he should do, but it all came down to Beth suggesting he keep Suly close by. If he couldn’t trust himself, he could trust her.

For just a second, that moment they had shared occupied all of his thoughts. A goofy grin broke across his face.

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