He remained silent for so long that I couldn’t resist looking over at him and the hurt in his eyes made my stomach knot. “He’s changed,” I went on, my tone softening a little. “Are you…happy?” he asked in a gruff tone. “Happy?” I scoffed, glaring at him. “No, Lance, I’m not happy. I won’t be happy until Lionel is dead, and I know that everyone I care about is going to be okay. That everyone in the kingdom will be okay. What he’s doing to people, to the Tiberian Rats…” I shook my head as emotion welled in me, threatening to rip me open.
