Johanna twisted in the tied cloaks and whispered screams. Something was wrong with her; it was like shouting on empty breath. One of Vendacious paced the hut's upper level. Daylight splashed across its muzzle as it peered out first one and then another of the narrow slits cut in the timbers. "Ah, it's good that you don't pretend. I could see that you somehow guessed about my second career. My hobby. But screaming -- even loud -- won't help either. We have only a brief time to chat. I'm sure the Queen will come visiting soon ... and I will kill you just before she arrives. So sad. Your hidden wounds were tragically severe...." Johanna wasn't sure of all he said. Her vision blurred every time she moved her head. Even now she couldn't remember the details of what had happened back in the hospital compound. Somehow Vendacious was a traitor, but how ... memories wriggled past the pain. "You did murder Scriber,
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