She was telling the truth. Pita retracted her mental claw from Carla’s mind. "But you can’t do anything for me." She scuffed the toe of her running shoe against the floor. "No one can. I’m stuck here until I do what they want—until I talk to that fragging spirit again. They don’t care drek about me—just about what I can do for them. And if I agree, they’ll only kill me when I’m done. When they don’t need me any more."