'What does he use the lab for?'
'To make LSD,' said Welles sadly. 'If there were poppies on
the island, no doubt he'd make heroin as well.'
Kalus found himself breathing heavily, unable to control it. He began
to pace a short distance from them, then suddenly turned and came back,
his manner tense and worried.
'Maybe I am wrong to say this. Maybe I have no right. But I
don't trust that one, and I don't want him near me or mine.' He
looked squarely at Sylviana. 'If you have any sense left you will
stay away from him, whatever you think of me. He means to hurt you, or
I know nothing at all.'
But her gaze was equally unyielding. 'I will see, or befriend,
whoever I DAMN well please, and you have nothing to say about it.'
And she returned to her work, as if he wasn't there.
Smith released a breath, Welles shook her head, and Kataya said nothing,
reproachfully. Kalus lifted the cub, forlornly lowered his forehead
against it, then turned and walked away.
Chapter 45
And so a period of days ensued in which little of note seemed to happen,
as is often the case when the most potent of life's forces are at
work, though beneath the surface and not yet brought to fruition.
William became a more frequent visitor, and often took long walks with
Sylviana.
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