What an actor.
The gauntleted hand on my shoulder gripped me harder than ever now, forcing me to my knees. I yelped. “Please! Give me a chance!” I said.
For a moment the grip held fast. Then, to my relief, it relaxed.
“You’ll have your chance,” said the General. “But your plan had better work. Because if it doesn’t, I promise you’ll be in Nine Worlds of hurt.”
I nodded, dry-mouthed. I believed him. What an actor.
