The Unmasked Truth
She did remember. Oh, how she remembered - Denzelle's cryptic warning about his master's penchant for "having fun." But how long had this "fun" been going on? Days? Weeks? Or had it been unfolding right under her nose, too subtle and insidious for her to notice? And where was the real Uzak in all of this? She didn't want to remember, didn't want to entertain the violent possibilities. So here she was, standing frozen, utterly thunderstruck.
The man in the cloak. She knew who he was now. The pieces that had seemed so disjointed, so impossible to fit together, suddenly clicked into place.
The revelation was as clear as daylight and just as blinding.
But here was the rub: how had Denzelle not recognized him? Because surely, surely, Argider did.
"I've had enough of you," the man said, his tone flat and final, like the closing of a heavy door.