Her self control was complete, and she heard one comment to his work mate that, "The Chief always looks so confident. Nothing seems to get to her."If ...nly that were true, she thought. Thirty four souls (including her own) depended on her maintaining that illusion, and the strain was getting to her. She was still exhausted enough every day that falling asleep wasn't a problem, but her sleep was rarely easy. The only good thing about the stress of command was that it kept her from wallowing in. Rebecca felt more the imposter than ever: a 16-year-old, for God’s sake, a cowed and frightened little girl.The bearers stopped short of the verge and lowered the carrier carefully to the ground. What the fuck do I do now, Rebecca wondered. Instinct told her to run.While two bearers carefully lifted the chief and deposited him on a wooden stool, the second pair circled to the rear of the carrier and removed what Rebecca realized were prosthetic limbs. While the lead bearers carefully attached. I looked at my phone and pressed “end”. Whatever it was wasn’t going to hurt me. I don’t know why I got so scared.I looked up from my phone and saw a black ski mask. A hand grabbed my wrist and held it so he could grab the phone out of my hand. With the other hand, I punched the masked man across the face. He released me and stumbled. I made a run for it. My heart was pounding. I knew it was Alex. I knew his touch anywhere.I made it halfway across the room before I felt myself get pulled back. ‘They have been fine, more than fine actually, right up to last night’ Grey feigned concern. ‘What happened last night?’ ‘The oils on the handkerchief faded and I woke up feeling awful. I’ve really enjoyed the sensations it has been giving me, the calming affect is glorious, but ever since I awoke I have felt the intense need to smell them again. It scares me, to be honest’ ‘Don’t be too concerned Karen. The oils themselves are simply helping you to cope with your underlying fears and, of.