Paradigm Shift 14
to. There wasn't a lot of science behind it and he figured that even
he could manage to punch a hole in someone's gut if they got too
handsy. Park hadn't trusted him with any kind of projectile weapon
though, which he thought would be more useful, but beggars couldn't be
Gregor shifted to fit more comfortably in the little hidey hole. They
were inside the partition between their balcony and the next. It was a
narrow space they'd barely fit into, but there had been no time to
find a better hiding spot.
Before the Horde had come to take them away, Zero and the bodyguards
had rearranged the chairs to help conceal Gregor and Park before
sliding the boards back into place. A Third would be a treat for the
Horde, but a Magister to torture and kill would almost be as good.
Gregor was surprised Zero had been so brave, but the guy hadn't even
asked to hide too. He'd known the Horde would be looking for him
specifically--the heir to the Duadenora Family was big news--and
everyone had seen his arrival. Still, there hadn't been even a hint of
wistfulness on Zero's face as he tucked them inside.
It was just lucky the Duadenora were too paranoid to advertise they
were wooing a Third, or there was no way Gregor could be hidden. As it
was, if Zero kept a cool head he'd be ransomed with the rest of the
wealthy theater goers, no physical harm done.
"Can you see anything?" Gregor asked in a whisper.
Park reached out in the darkness to pat Gregor's hand in what was
probably supposed to be a soothing manner. "Sh. There's not much
happening yet. I think they're waiting for the negotiator."
Park had used some mysterious tool to bore a hole he could look
through, though he refused to let Gregor see. Considering all the
screaming and disturbing sounds earlier, Gregor wasn't too upset about
not catching a peek.
He shifted around again. It was tight and dark in their hidey hole and
his tuxedo felt constricting and uncomfortable. The once perfect fit
now made him want to rip his clothes off so he could breathe.
"Um, is this a good time to mention that the suppressants have started
wearing off and I might be going into heat soon?" he asked, glad the
darkness hid his expression.
Still, he could *feel* that he'd captured Park's complete attention. "What?"
"Yeah, it's kind of happening as we speak, but as the doctor said,
once the suppressants leave my system I'm gonna have a whopper of a
heat." Gregor huffed a laugh that sounded more like a choked sob, but
his body was betraying him and he didn't know how to stop it. "I'm
actually pretty scared."
There was a drawn out moment of silence. "It's going to be all right,"
Park finally said. "We're going to get out of here and go back home
and everything will be fine."
"Do you promise?"
"I never promise," Park said. "I just swear to do my best."
Gregor clutched the shiv in one hand while he wrapped his arms around
himself. He wasn't going to mention it aloud, but Park was beginning
to smell really good to him.
It wasn't a good sign.