Nothing actually came out. She had been trying not to think about it because she would have only gotten hungrier, but she hadn’t had food in who knows how many hours. Possibly a full day.
Shalise remained on her knees until the tingling in her hands stopped. Only then did she stand up and look over her flawless skin.
Shalise put her foot down.
“Not yet.” She had a hardness in her voice that surprised her. Shalise did not allow it to distract her.
Shalise concentrated as she had before. The worms pulled back, returning to the brand on her stomach. She kept up her concentration until she couldn’t feel them any longer.
She stopped concentrating.
The worms did not return.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She had been worried about needing constant concentration to keep them at bay.
Amazingly enough, Prax stayed silent throughout the process.
His indignation was, however, palpable.
As soon as she finished looking herself over and confirming that everything was back to normal, he mentally shook his head.
“I am not your servant,” Shalise growled. With a frown, she added, “is mortalness even a word?”
That was something Shalise could agree with. She didn’t know what the dolls were, but the prospect of getting out sounded excellent.
Turning to Juliana, Shalise realized the first problem with escaping.
Juliana was small. A good deal shorter than Shalise. Easily the shortest person in their class. While she was nowhere near as muscled as Genoa, Juliana had a well toned body. She couldn’t have weighed all that much.
Carrying her would be clumsy and encumbering, but doable.
Except for one problem.
Shalise’s unenhanced muscles strained to lift the armor-clad girl. The metal had to weigh at least… a lot. Shalise didn’t have any good reference points for eye-balling weight.
But it was one major problem.
Worse,
“I’m not leaving without her. We need to wake her up. If you don’t have any solutions, at least be quiet.”
“Lacks what?”
Shalise frowned. “And you want me to use your worm things to–”
Crossing her arms, Shalise said, “you’ve gotten haughty.”
Shalise bit her lip. She glanced between Juliana and the empty hallway. “Fine.”
With a distressingly simple thought, Prax’s disgusting muscles erupted from the brand. Shalise closed her eyes and thought about how nice a hot meal would taste right about now. She sighed once the squirming beneath her skin squeezed and tightened.
Opening her eyes, Shalise glanced down at her friend.
It wasn’t easy to pick her up. Not quite effortless. Shalise managed to get her slung over her shoulder without too much trouble. After ensuring she wouldn’t fall off by gripping her arms and legs in front and looping her around Shalise’s neck, they moved up to the red barrier.
Her hands had passed through it not ten minutes earlier, yet Shalise still expected it to block her passage. Perhaps by catching the brand on her chest.
The barrier didn’t even cause an itch as she walked through.
“I-into the prison?”