Days 43 – 49 of the experiment.
The soldiers filed out after them, most setting off in different directions while two took up guard positions on either side of the office door. Gil turned towards the summit room where he could hear the curious voices of the other attendants but his father’s grip nearly stole his breath, forcing him in another direction.
“But the meeting,” Gil protested as he was guided down another hall with guards now stationed every ten meters.
“Barkley will be assisting for the rest of the day.”
They turned the corner to the guest wing, one of their attendants seeing them coming and opening the door. The Baron shoved Gil into the room; Gil nearly tripping over his feet. He stumbled into a settee then spun just as his father released his pent up disgust.
“What were you thinking?” His voice hit octaves Gil had never heard before.
He swallowed hard. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You said-”
His father grabbed his hands roughly, pulling them up his face. “This says otherwise.”
Gil glanced at his raw knuckles, two spit and bleeding–or maybe that was Tarvek’s blood–then quickly found something else to stare at.
His father dropped his hands in annoyance. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Read more…