Peko sat alone in the gazebo, slumped over the round table in the center with her chin resting on her fist as she stared blankly at the crystal-clear water visible through the gaps in the railing.
But she wasn't seeing the water.
She was seeing scenarios, hundreds of them. And in almost every single one, the ending was catastrophic.
Her index finger tapped against the table in a nervous staccato that echoed the racing of her heart.
-Tap. Tap. Tap.
[We revealed too much…] Peko thought, biting her lower lip. [The General… he isn't a fool. And now he has near-complete control over us…. And the Blood Pact barely protects us… There's nothing stopping them from sending Nom-Nom into a meat grinder under the guise of a 'mission necessary to fight the Red Moon'.]
A shiver that had nothing to do with the wind crawled up her spine as her mind spiralled.
[And if they look too closely at her… they will eventually look at me. If they figure out what I am…]
