Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
When
the door separating Orion and me from where I left Wayta, it reveals
her just where I left her; sitting on Killa’s bed and wearing
Killa’s skin.
“Wayta,
desist this instant,” Orion orders.
Wayta
jumps up and then frowns at Orion. “I’m not Wayta-” She turns
to me. “Wait, is that what all that questioning was about? You
thought I was Wayta?”
“And
conformed it,” I answer, before Orion can let the deceiver lay
doubts like eggs in his mind.
Orion
scowls and approaches Wayta with his magno-cuffs out. “Back to me
and give me your wrists.”
“I’m
not Wayta,” Wayta says as she obeys. “You’re making a terrible
mistake!”
“I’ve
already made plenty of mistakes when it comes to you, Wayta, and this
isn’t one of them.”
Wayta
blows a strand of Killa’s hair out of her face. “Just, please,
when you have me secured, check on the other so-called Killa.”
I
cross my holographic arms. “She’s safe in Nicholas’s room.”
“What?!”
Wayta jerks around to face me, her hands cuffed behind her back. But
it’s not indignity in her eyes that I read; it’s concern.
Doubt
lays eggs in my own mind.
Wayta
turns pleadingly to Orion. “You have me cuffed. I’ll go with you
quietly to the brig. Just please, check on Nicholas first. He’s in
danger.”
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