Grandpa turned to me then. I felt at the mercy of a deadly predator. Multiple feelings and voices churned inside me. Some were urging me to tail it, get out of here. Others were telling me to stay put, that my plan would work. Truthfully, I had no way of knowing that I could outsmart the old man, but I had to try.
"You can't escape even if you wanted to. I have an army surrounding the place," he told me. He started going down the road toward where I was, and where Sam lay on the ground, still unconscious.
"Ever since Raiya pulled that stunt on me, I vowed to never get blindsided again." Grandpa kept walking, slowly, as though every step he made was calculated. His steely eyes darted between me and Sam, never resting on either one of us more than too long.
"Which one should I start with," he mumbled to himself. Sam was closer to where he was. I hoped he'd stop near the traitor. I still needed time to execute my plan.
