“But that wasn’t part of the bargain, was it?” Words boiled up in her, but her tongue didn’t move. She couldn’t even open her mouth. “You’re dying to know what the bargain was, aren’t you? Let’s see if I remember correctly … We kill Sam Cortland,” Farran recited, “you go berserk and break in here, then you kill Jayne”—he gave a nod toward the huge body on the table—“and I take Jayne’s place.”
