The Eyes of Tokorel

Her head throbbed. Her hands were numb. She decided not to open her eyes, ever again. If no one knew she was awake, maybe they would leave her alone. But she felt an inquiring probe in her mind. How do Tokorellans manage to have secrets, she wondered.

Gordek unwound the cords from her wrists. Linsora rubbed her hands together and winced as feeling returned with pulses of heat. She surveyed the room - Yokosh, Tayla and Kral remained where they had fallen.

“At least the indignity of falling to the floor wasn’t mine,” she muttered.

Gordek pulled her to her feet and began to march toward the door.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

He turned to her. His eyes shone. He seemed younger, more dangerous. “I am taking you to your new quarters. My quarters, in fact,” he said. “I doubt your champion will return any time soon - if at all. I don’t know if he has been disabled, destroyed, or just needs time to recharge. He can be defeated, however, and should he return he will fare no better than he did this time. Nor will you. From this point forward, you are indeed mine. And I am no longer willing to wait - for anything.”