She doesn’t even deny it. I can’t believe I’ve gone to high school with this lunatic.
And the same murderous lunatic has been getting on your case for ages, and recently attacked your civilian self personally. You’re lucky you’re alive.
I resisted the urge to respond, shrugged instead. Too easy to get into an argument, too easy to let something slip and reveal who I was.
Okay, so she’s still not intending to do that. Makes sense, but I couldn’t be sure that she wasn’t going to pull a “by the way, I’m Taylor you fucknugget”.
“Well, you fuckers got me,” she cocked her head to one side, “What’s next?”
We all turned to look at Regent. Regent, in turn, gave Shadow Stalker a serious look.
Regent’s turn? Yeah, I’d very much like to know what’s next too.
He ran his fingers through his dark hair. Tattletale stood from the chair, and Regent sat, putting himself four feet away from the heroine. His mask was a plain white, a half-smile perpetually frozen on the smooth, unadorned face.
Hm… I suppose the power to make someone’s body do things it otherwise wouldn’t could be useful for torture. I mean, last chapter he had her arm twist itself in a way that was physically painful, didn’t he?
Her eyes went wide behind the eyeholes of her mask, and she pulled hard against her bonds, “No! Fuck! Have you seen his files? You don’t know-”
Oh right, yeah, Alec’s past lends itself well to torture too. He’s got ability and experience.
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