C17 SEVENTEEN

No Remedy

DRAKE

there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,

— William Shakespeare, Othello

WITH SAM FREE, I prepared to fight, and kick the shit out of the Beast.

I jumped between them, blocking Sam, who struggled to stand, with my body and sword. "Why are you after Sam?"

If I was hoping for a rational discussion on motivation, I was bound to be disappointed. The Beast charged me