Chapter 19

Ghent had faith in Mara. Absolute faith. It was about all he had at the moment.

The being across from him—who was not Jacen Solo, Ghent was certain of that—peered at the slicer through bright yellow eyes, rimmed in red. "You truly think she can save you, don't you?" he asked. "Even after you've led her right into a trap?" When Ghent did not respond, he continued. "Her blood's on your hands. Mara's and anyone else's who is foolish enough to try and come for you."

"No," Ghent said softly but defiantly.

The yellow-red eyes hardened. "What did you say?"

Ghent stared evenly back, feeling as though he could fall into the abyss swirling deep within those eyes. Ghent had met Jacen Solo once. He had felt honored to share the company of the bright-eyed young Jedi Knight. The monster before him bore no resemblance. Caedus he had called himself, but Ghent had no intention of calling the fiend by name. "No. Mara will destroy you, and all those loyal to you if she has to."

"Fool," was the snarled response, uttered as he turned on his heel and stalked away. Leaving Ghent alone. Completely alone.