41: Brice
Brice
Using a lattice, even one as dysfunctional as Brice’s, was like using any other muscle. Control improved with practice.
Brice walked back and forth through the city, trailing both the woman and The Messenger. He focused constantly, grew light-headed from the effort, forced down nausea.
And he learnt.
The woman was Alethia Petchy. She was tough. Brice followed her through the rough streets of Elysium, and she walked with head high, as if she owned the place. When a couple of thugs approached with drawn knives and tried to force her through a doorway, she snapped the neck of one and drove a knife into the throat of the other. Then she walked on, as if nothing had happened.
And she met with Gregos Keys. At least, she went to his club, was in there for an hour. Her trace
