GAHRYE
Gahrye frowned and turned back to keep his eyes on Shaw. "What about my mate? Why didn't you let Shaw see her? She's prophesied also."
"How did you know?"
"How did you know?" The voices sounded frantic, raging, but also fearful.
"Tell me why Shaw didn't see that Kalle was prophesied!" Gahrye gritted his teeth and ground his bleeding grip on the man's arm to get the blood flowing again. Shaw screamed, but when he sucked in another breath, it was the voices who answered.
"He loved the bitch."
"We would not let him sabotage." That seemed the only reason they would give as the voices dissolved into a new round of hissing and fighting. Shaw's small, round body twisted like an Alligator attempting to roll prey. But Gahrye only held on, lifted him off his feet to stop him turning his elbow. He was too busy absorbing all of their words, trying to discern truth from lies.
