Bars’ frigid hands, like two wedges of ice, throttled her. ‘Raise your Warren and I’ll tear your head off. Now … where is he!’ ‘Who?’ she managed, stealing a breath. ‘Quit stalling! Skinner! Damn his betraying soul!’ Deceiving gods! Oponn, you have outdone yourself! Skinner! He was renegade now. His attempt to usurp K’azz failed and he was forced out – disavowed. And Bars thinks he’s sent me!
