"What is it?" Sophie caught her look of revulsion and stepped closer, but Gabriel eased them gently away and forced himself to stand upright alone. Hi... pulse pounded audibly in his ears, and visibly at his temple, and steam rose gently from his sweat-soaked hair, but he leant against the wall for support as he scooped up his fallen sword and reached a trembling hand out for the knife. It skittered the few inches across the floor to his hand, making Sophie jump a little, and then he lurched. I tried to call Peter but I couldn’t reach his cell. I attempted a few times in vain. ‘Not getting connected? Maybe he is in some high class resort or in some star-rated brothel getting his dick sucked,’ he told me, in his blunt English accent. ‘A couple of million would buy you that, wouldn’t they?’ I felt like ripping him into pieces. He had bought Peter, that son of a bitch. I knew his reputation as a loyal spy was slippery but didn’t think he’d betray me. I had to plead my way out of this.. I also started thinking of ways to pretend to eat it, or even to throw it up afterwards. It dragged by, but I was so excited. We did all the usual things, but all day I kept thinking about what I hoped to see after the others went to bed. But disaster struck - Claire ate too much for dinner, and when Theo came in as we finished watching a bad horror move to give us homemade Mousse, Claire set hers aside. She only ate a fraction, while I watched Theo try to hide his disappointment. Normally I. Tommy appeared a minute later and stumbled into the bathroom.“He’s looking better,” Jake said.“He needed to lose the weight.”“How do I find their loyalty controls?”“You’d have to bring them to me to show you where they are. It’s different in each one. Their exact location depends on where I found the mental structures that I needed to construct them.”“Why do I keep you alive? How many more traps am I going to dodge before I finally fall into one?”Tommy emerged from the bathroom. Harris handed.