Plaything in one's palm
Why did that word make him more anxious than if James had reported rebellion?
Back in New York, Lynn stood on the balcony, the city lights spread out before him like a field of stars. He clutched the storage card in his pocket, his ticket to freedom. The plan was set. The outing was tomorrow.
"Just one more day," he whispered to the night, his breath misting in the cool air. The emptiness of the apartment was behind him, replaced by the thrilling, terrifying promise of escape. He ignored the tiny, persistent voice that wondered what Caius was doing, and why he cared. The only thing that mattered was the future, and it started tomorrow.