I didn’t even want to think about that motherfucking canary, Kale. I was waiting for him to break out in hoots and hollers; instead he settled on that chipped-tooth grin. And Jesus Christ, even the stupid notch in Kale’s tooth made me think of Bl—Backstabber.Man, this is gonna be a fun ride. Wonder if I can disembark early, if I cause enough trouble. Bypass the rest of the hell headed my way. Snuggled between two soldiers, with one more in the lead and two at my rear, making my hackles rise, I was marched off. On the way to my dungeon-style digs, I caught a glimpse in one of those blacked-out windows. That shit was as reflective as a mirror. And who did I see? Blondie. With something skittering over his features—that formerly beloved face—something more human, less mask.Probably just a trick of the light.What wasn’t an illusion at all was my appearance. I’d seen myself only through Blondie’s eyes recently and figured I was still pretty handsome. Now I didn’t look so hot.
