Eleven
Kesia knew she had passed this test. None of the innocent had a scratch. The man who had raised a weapon on the one in the lab coat might have a bruise, but that was all.
The assailants were all dead, both humans and subjects. Kesia felt…was that pride? Yes. She had kept the suffering to a minimum. The guilty had been punished with expediency. The subjects had been removed. She’d even allowed them one final meal.
But the man above was still watching, although his companion had gone.
she asked. She scanned the remaining people, checking that there was nothing amiss.
There were many ways to interpret that single-word question. Kesia selected the one she believed to be his intention.
Kesia pushed, focusing on those remaining in the arena, ignoring the cold traces and the heavy
