Twenty Five

Peter was looking at me with a look of shock and rage on his expression. I could see he wanted to scream at me, but he could not even, since it would reveal his presence from the shrubbery, something he couldn't manage just now. So Peter merely specifically looked at his weapon, and I tried to shake my head at him without George having o realize it.

He can somehow shoot and kill George, but he'd be killed before he could draw the gun anymore. He realized this and relaxed his shoulders, so I'm not afraid about him blasting up the property. He'd choose the optimum timeframe for a confrontation, which wasn't obvious right now or immediately there.

"Will you let everyone go and survive if I go gladly with you?"

My demeanor was sharp when I questioned George.

For a brief while, George contemplated my proposal. "Hmm, you are correct. I need women and am prepared to sacrifice for them. If there was anybody else I needed here, it wa