“Talk,” Laira ordered again, tightening the constructs holding the Red Lantern in place. “I am in no mood for your games.”
Antipathy let out a hiss as her bonds tightened. Her mouth was free. She could have very well attacked the princess with her plasma, or had it dissolve her constructs. The only thing that kept her from doing so was a desire to see her plan through.
The former prison warden needed alliances. As much as she detested the idea of aligning herself with one of the Guardians’ dogs, she reminded herself that Laira was an exception. After all, the princess had been one of her own not once, but twice.
Whatever had been occurring over the last several months was not normal. There were no direct signs to suggest an offender, but Antipathy guessed those that kept Laira on her leash were had a hand in it. Whether it was directly or indirectly had yet to be determined.
She’d spent the last five months attempting to track this woman down only to meet dead end after dead end during her searches. The first bit of a lead she’d been able to get a hold of, she’d taken it and pursued it. Laira wasn’t going to lose this opportunity. Not after it had been just out of her reach for so long. Antipathy wouldn’t get away from her this time.