The guy's gaze doesn’t move away from me. It’s unnerving, and there’s something unnatural about it, although I can’t put my finger on what it is.
His head jerks to the side, “I have a message for Neith.”
“From who?” Coen demands.
“Him,” the guy replies.
I narrow my eyes, “Casimir?”
The guy's shoulders shrug in the same jerky way that he moved his head, and unease settles in my stomach.
“I think he’s being controlled,” Ransom mutters as he studies the guy closer.
Raiden nods, as the guy just stands there frozen and stares unblinkingly at me, “It’s a different kind of control than what we have seen before, but I agree that it appears to be that way.”
“Maybe he can only answer certain questions then?” Coen suggests. “There were questions that I couldn’t answer either.”
“Good point, but what’s the right question?” River asks.
Griff studies the guy, “What’s your name?”
“I have a message for Neith,” the guy says again, completely ignoring the question that Griff asks.
“Well, I guess that answers that then,” Ransom frowns.
Doc asks, “What’s the message?”
“Dragomert told him what you can do. You’re the missing piece for his hybrids.”
Then, with no hesitation at all, he pushes himself forward impaling himself on Asael, and killing himself instantly.
I pull Asael free as the body drops to the floor.
“Dragomert?” Evander asks, studying me closely.
Ice fills my veins, but this is important, and he’s dead.
“The fucker who kept me in the cells,” I reply, my voice void of any emotion.
“Fuck,” Coen curses.
I shake myself, now is not the time to go numb. “To be honest, it doesn’t surprise me at all that Casimir and Dragomert know each other, they’re both that vile, it makes sense.”
“Does he mean he knows about the dying and coming back?” Raiden asks, and I’m somewhat pleased that he’s asked me bluntly rather than tiptoeing around the subject.
I nod sharply once. “Yes. That’s the only thing that he could mean.”
“You died before what happened with HID?” Doc asks, anger and horror in his expression.
I nod, “Yes.”
The words that come out of Evander’s mouth next have me wanting to kiss him stupid.
“Alright. Let’s call this into Ty, so he can send a team to come and deal with the body,” he suggests, and successfully switches everyone into work mode. He pulls out his phone and sends a quick message to Ty.
“I’ll grab the cordon tape out of the van, at least it won’t look like we’re the ones who are criminals if we tape this area off,” Reed says. “Everyone has their badges on them, right?”
I raise my hand, “I don’t.”
