Bram;
The answer comes to mind immediately. None.
Absolutely none.
And judging by the way the warlock is smiling…
He knows it too.
A new panic begins clawing its way up my throat.
No. No. NO!!
There has to be something. Something useful. Something valuable I can still do for them.
They can't just discard me!
I meet the boy's eyes, and he raises a brow when he sees the look in mine.
"You people need me," I say, and he blinks. Then scoffs a laugh.
"Aww. Is the truth that hard to digest?" He mocks, and I nearly lose it.
"You need me!" I scream this time, and he sighs.
"We really don't."
"I can still help," I say, almost begging now, and the warlock sighs.
"Bram." He calls with his tone, suddenly sounding tired.
Like he's bored. Like he's already finished with me.
"You're not listening." He continues as his fingers tap against the bars.
"The trap is already set." He says with a small tap against the bars, and I swallow.
