Thorn was inside the barracks tent, lying on a cot in the dusky light. He looked up through an electric haze at the outline of Cameron Prince. Dazed, his throat parched, Thorn tried to sit up, but a swirl of sickness rose in his gut, and he lay back. “What were you doing at my house? It wasn’t the cistern you were interested in.” “Let me put it this way. I was simply evaluating the location.” “For what?” “Its strategic value. I’d heard about it, but I needed to see for myself.” “What kind of strategic value?” “I’ve said enough. Now you need to answer my questions. Flynn tells me no one else knows you’re here. Is that true?” Prince held his right hand up to a slab of sunlight filtering through a mesh window and snipped at a fingernail with a pair of silver clippers. “Where is he, where’s Flynn?” The words raw in Thorn’s throat. “Is that true? Yes or no. Does anyone know where you are?” “No.” “Okay. That makes things easier. And don’t worry.
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