I don’t like being confined in here, and I can only imagine how much Dimitri hates it.
He’s not going to be able to shift at all while he’s here, or he will give away what he is.
He can’t do that.
No one should know what kind of supernatural he is. I am one hundred percent certain of that, and the Voices rise in volume as they mutter in agreement with my thought, proving me to be correct.
I don’t know why it's so important, but then again, I don’t really know much these days.
Actually, that’s a lie. I know far too much and not enough all at the same time.
I need to fucking focus.
We go through several more layers of security and are then led by a very heavily armed guard deep into the prison and down several stories. I know that they keep the most dangerous supernaturals deep within the earth, apart from those with an affinity with it, who are housed far away from it and high up in the building instead.
Of course, they’ve put Dimitri down here, not knowing what kind of supernatural he really is, not that it would make a difference, because he doesn’t have an affinity with the earth, so even if they did know what supernatural he was, they would still put him down here.
I’m rambling.
In my own mind.
Well, that’s not a great sign. It’s not unexpected, but it’s definitely not a great sign.
I wish I had Betty with me.
“You okay?” Doc says quietly, clearly sensing that my mind has run away with me again, or maybe he can tell from the expression on my face.
I nod.
While I am rambling in my mind, I am actually okay. I’m nervous as fuck. I haven’t seen him in a really long time, and I don’t know what my reaction is going to be. He makes me feel a lot, and he always has.
I’m also really worried about whether I’m going to look at him and see all of the shitty stuff he did while he was under Casimir’s control. It’s really important to me that I can move past that.
I know that’s not the purpose of this meeting though, and I need to remember that. We are, after all, being filmed.
We need to know what he knows, and I need to know if he really has been controlled this whole time or if he’s just managed to trick us all. He’s smart enough, he’s diabolical enough. I wouldn’t put it past him to pretendto care enough that he would help me in a panic attack just so that he could get me here for some unknown reason that only makes sense to him, but is completely unhingingly, that’s a word I’m sure of it, genius.
“How would he have faked the memories and the feelings attached to them though?”the logical part of me asks.
I force my feelings away. I’m here to do my job, and because he’s refusing to give anyone else the information that we very much need in order to bring the Blue Fucker, or rather Casimir, down.
I’m going to keep my cool in here as well as I can. I owe it to myself.
Expect the worst, be surprised at the best.
I don’t think that’s a very healthy way to deal with this situation actually. It’s too late now though, because the serious guard, who's wearing a lot of concealed weapons as well as the obvious ones, stops in front of a set of side-by-side doors.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Neith
Why does he get to have weapons, and I can’t have Betty?
Security, right.
“This is the interrogation room, Dimitri is already in there, and the other door is the observation room.” He continues to explain, “There is a panic button in both rooms. The one in the observation room is obvious, the one in the interrogation room is on your side of the table, underneath the lip. You shouldn’t need it, he is the most secure prisoner we have. He has almost every magic-dampening thing we have on him.”
I raise my eyebrow, “He’s the most dangerous prisoner that you have here?”
