he…did things.” The Mayor shivered. The thought of having a wackadoo like Smith in my head made me shiver too. “and he would let me go, every now and again, so I could control myself but if I tried going for help or to signal someone or alert the guards he would just…push me to the back of my own mind.”


    Nuala nudged Trinadelle out of the way so she could see to her patient. The mayor hissed and jerked away from her as she prodded his sensitive skull. His eyes went round at his sudden movement and I knew what was coming and had enough time to pull Nel closer to me.


    I don’t know why the rest of them didn’t answer but I knew my reason. This could just as easily be Smith controlling the man and trying to find out what we were planning on doing and I sure as hell wasn’t going to explain my whole plan to him, especially since it was so simple it would take very little to fuck it up.


    My hopes dropped.


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    Nel was having trouble fitting into the chair, her spider legs made the straight back and narrow frame to tight for her and she let out a huff of annoyance before going to stand next to Trinadelle.


    “Oh, it’s like the saying ‘a drowning man will clutch at a straw.’”


    Trinadelle took a seat on the other side of the table, opposite me. Twix settled in beside him as if she had always been there. I found myself both scared and intrigued by her stealth. Nel sidled up to me, one of her hands resting lightly on my shoulder as she stood behind me.


    With a reassurance to personally see us to the gate tomorrow morning he left. Tony on his heels. That solved the first problem: The guards, and the second problem: leaving the locked downtown.