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Chapter Thirty-Four: ‘Blighted warriors, quell thy fury...’
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Hector let Garovel do the explaining. He stared vacantly past Colt and Bohwanox, not really listening to the conversation. They’d met up north of Brighton, just off the main road. Colt leaned against his car as he listened, his kids lying right behind him in the backseat.

“So you really killed Geoffrey?” said Colt.

Hector just looked at him. Ice cold.

Colt cocked an eyebrow but seemed to get the hint. He turned back to Garovel. “What do you plan on doing now, then?”

‘I think we should travel together,’ said Garovel.

‘Agreed,’ said Bohwanox. ‘We’ll be safer in a group.’

Hector decided to speak up. “Bohwanox.”

‘Yes?’

“I thought you said... that you didn’t like to get involved.”

‘I did.’

“So why did you revive Colt, then?”

Bohwanox gave a small nod. ‘I suppose you changed my mind about taking on servants. After you protected me--after I realized that there were beings like Geoffrey out there, I started to come around to the idea.’

Hector folded his arms. “So you’re not interested in helping people, then. You just wanted someone to protect you.”

Bohwanox blinked at him. ‘Well, yes. I guess you could say that.’

Garovel eyed Hector. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that.’

“Fine, sure,” said Hector. “But why did it have to be him?”

Colt furrowed his brow. “Excuse me?”

He returned the man’s gaze evenly. “Did you think I’d forgotten about Melissa Mallory? And those three cops?” He could feel his irritation steadily growing, becoming genuine anger. He looked at Bohwanox. “Did you know that this guy murdered innocent people? Hell, you were there at the hospital that night. Did you not realize that Colt was the one who killed them?”

Colt’s expression darkened. “You know I had no choice in that.”