Kal's eyes glazed in surprise.
Parr was panting. "I'll finish her," he gasped. "Now get out!"
Kal's eyes met his for a moment but they could not face the anger in Parr's.
"Get out or I'll kill you!" Parr said levelly, his mind a welter of emotions that he could not sort out and recognize.
Kal rubbed his cheek slowly. "Okay," he said hoarsely. "Okay."
Parr let breath out through his teeth. "Hurry!"
Kal's lips curled. His shoulders hunched and he seemed about to charge. But Parr relaxed, for he saw fear in the Knoug's eyes. Kal straightened. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, spat on the carpet without looking at Parr and stepped over the unconscious Oholo. He jerked the door open and without looking back slammed it behind him.
Parr was trembling and suddenly emotionally exhausted.
Parr's knees were water. He stared fascinated at the fallen Oholo. He sank to the bed. He let his thoughts touch her unconscious mind as it lay exposed and helpless, and he wondered why he did not strike the death blow. He tried to think of stripping her mind away slowly, layer by layer, until she lay a helpless babbling infant, her body weak and pliant to his revenge. But he thought of her clear eyes and he was sickened and ashamed.