Chapter 2100 Best Laid Plans
- Somewhere between the last spoonful of soup and the arrival of sweet pastries, Lyndon finally drew a steady breath, as though the choice had been simmering inside him all evening. “I'd like to go back with you and see the place for myself.”
- I keep turning it over in my head. A life I have never tasted waits beyond these doors. I want to sample it, to walk roads unlike any I have known. Someday, I will owe allegiance to someone anyway. If I refuse their contract now, I will still serve another boss once I grow up, unless I miraculously become my own. My father was in the special forces. Loyalty sits in our bones. If these people are good—and every instinct says they are—then giving them my loyalty will be no burden. If they prove wicked, then when I am strong, I will rise up in open revolt. That is not betrayal. That is justice. History has always crowned rebels against evil as heroes and cursed those who turn against the good. So really, what do I have to fear? First, I should go and see for myself.
- After that long, silent struggle, the decision locked into place. Relief surged through Lyndon's chest like a sudden wind, sweeping every last doubt away.