"I'm begging you!"

Morel, meanwhile, came up to me with some very bad grin. It's funny that we were almost identically dressed: white men's shirts and light-colored tight pants. Only the fiery lily still shone on me, and he was wearing a disgustingly yellow neckerchief.

I was infuriated by his beard, hook nose, and watery eyes. And, of course, the creepy smile. But even more, most of all - a feeling of complete helplessness. Was I really scared? No, it was not. Not after I tried to shield a dozen people from blue lightning. I just have to hold out until my guys find me. I need them anyway. They...