32: Piran
Piran
Piran wasn’t sure how he managed to stand, but he followed Casey Romberg from the room, the guards in step behind. They passed other doors, but they were nothing to Piran. All he could concentrate on was the back of the woman’s head.
They saw nobody else. She led him into a lift, and they descended, impossible to tell how many levels. She connected with her lattice, and Piran didn’t want to push. Not now. Not when she led him to his death.
He followed her along another corridor. The woman stopped at a door like any other. It opened.
“After you,” she said.
It was dark beyond the door, the light from the corridor only revealing empty floor. Piran took in a ragged breath.
“It’s not like you have a choice,” she said. And her voice was calm. Almost as if she pitied him.
