Sierra had wanted Thomas and his followers to suffer, and I’d agreed to make it happen. I couldn’t do anything about Bryce’s girlfriend or her mom. They were dead, and it had probably been instantaneous and painless. Thomas, though?
Thomas gets to suffer.
Brooks followed my gaze to Thomas. In his accented voice, he asked me, “You want me to bandage him up? Don’t know how much I can do.”
Not much, I’d imagine.
Thomas heard and stopped crawling, dropping onto his belly. He didn’t look toward me, but I knew he was listening.
“yes please”
“It’s fine,” I told Brooks. “Focus on the boy.”
And Thomas gets to have his hopes lifted up and then dropped to the floor to shatter.
He nodded, then helped hold Bryce’s prone form while Minor got a better grip. Thomas didn’t move, react or say anything.
Seems that prompted him to give up crawling for the door.
“Let’s go,” I said.
We ran, and with Brooks keeping one hand on my shoulder to guide me, I glanced behind us to get a sense of what was going on.
And now Taylor stomped on the shards of Thomas’ hopes.
If he’s still alive, that is.
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