With the path cleared, we climbed the bridge and began advancing. Apart from displaced and destroyed vehicles, damaged sections of the bridge, and scattered debris, it was relatively safe. However, we didn't dare let our guard down—this bridge was the easiest place to stage an ambush.
We had soldiers watching our backs and flanks, even scanning the Sabine River on both sides for any sign of movement. I knew Jake was among the soldiers stationed at the rear, but I didn't worry. I had already placed my [Doorpost] mark on him while adjusting his collar. Should anything happen, as long as he calls my name, I can reach and save him instantly.
Why am I doing all this?
Control.
I didn't pick him because I felt sorry for him—but because he's someone I can use. This world abandoned him. He has no place in society, so I'll give him one in mine. As the one who pulled him out of hell, he'll naturally grow to be loyal and dependent on me. That gives me complete control over him.
