A Hand basket to Hell

A flash of fear struck her at his words. Fear she hadn't felt for anyone but her mother, fear she hadn't expected to feel here. The selfless fear that told you you were afraid for another. Wilder was on the other side?


His next words took a moment to register. He needed her to get close to the blight and the potentially infected wolves to gather the sample. The samples he  needed to examine if he had any hope of finding a cure. Wilder and Oleander both needed her to do this. 


“As you wish.” She said, her mouth dry. Why not sent Vesper, she was the disposable slave after all. “If I'm dismissed, My Lord?” She asked softly. There was no point delaying.