“He can sense minds, Arvardan. How much I could do with him. And to be here—to be helpless . . .” “What—what—what—” Arvardan popped wildly. And even Pola’s face somehow gained interest. “Can you really?” she asked Schwartz. He nodded at her. She had taken care of him, and now they would kill her. Yet she was a traitor.
