He lets himself lock eyes with her. Trying to assure her without words. Telling her that he will save her. That he will save her.
And then The Magister steps close, holding up his murderous cane, close to Eric's face and it is a struggle not to let his fangs down. Not to snarl in his face.
But then he would loose what little they have won. What little Pam have won them. So he moves back, as if drawn by invisible forces, and heads for his office.
Two days.
He'll have to track down Compton and somehow make him confess. In two days.
He'll need to seek permission first from Mississippi. And the wolves will have to wait. He'll have his revenge later. When they're safe.
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And then The Magister steps close, holding up his murderous cane, close to Eric's face and it is a struggle not to let his fangs down. Not to snarl in his face.
But then he would loose what little they have won. What little Pam have won them.
So he moves back, as if drawn by invisible forces, and heads for his office.
Two days.
He'll have to track down Compton and somehow make him confess.
In two days.
He'll need to seek permission first from Mississippi. And the wolves will have to wait. He'll have his revenge later. When they're safe.
When Pam is safe.