For instance, she knew Tate had only guessed one of the reasons the amalgam inserted a piece of itself into the humans.
What’s the other reason?Tate asked suspiciously.
Ilith’s tail swished. She wasn’t going to tell. Her Savior would have to figure it out for herself.
“He’ll need to be interrogated and monitored in the event the creature had any lasting effect on him,” a man dressed in all black said.
Ilith peered at him, fascinated by the glow of energy centered in his core.
He’s the Obsidian Lord. You should be careful. Night thinks he’s dangerous.
He was. Very much so. Ilith thought his line had been entirely destroyed by the ones her Savior called the Creators.
They hadn’t been able to control those that evolved toward that branch and feared them too much to allow them to survive.
It was interesting to see one in this era.
You mean he’s a sleeper?
Ilith hummed in assent.
I’ll be damned. A sleeper is leading the Black Order.
A dangerous sleeper,Ilith corrected.The entity his line was based on is even more crazy and troublesome than my kind.
Stunned silence came from the corner of Ilith’s mind that Tate occupied.
Jax said the sleep might solve some of the insanity problems.
You’d better hope so. He’s a threat to even me in the right conditions.
While Ilith and Tate were talking, the shiny man moved forward even as those around him objected.
“She’s already tried to kill you once.”
“Correction. If she wanted him dead, she wouldn’t use me to do it.” Dewdrop jutted his chin out stubbornly.
Ilith let out a trill of agreement. Finally. Someone who understood her. She’d been saying that all along.
The shiny man moved closer, his gaze fixed on the creature Ilith held trapped.
“This is what killed the noble,” he observed in a soft voice.
Ilith lowered her head. The shiny man was smart, guessing what even Tate hadn’t.
Eyes a dark green that reminded Ilith of one of her favorite gems looked up at her. “I’m right, aren’t I, Lady Dragon.”
The two stared at each other for a long moment before Ilith dipped her head in the human gesture she’d seen others do when they wanted to agree.
The amalgam likely stored itself in the noble and used him to pass one to the guard before walking the noble into the Rift. Once here, the amalgam would have eaten away the man’s insides, using the material to rapidly replicate before bursting out of his chest.
“Why didn’t the dragon warn us before attacking?”
“Do you speak dragon?” Dewdrop asked.
The shiny man’s lips quivered in amusement before smoothing into a serious expression. “The boy’s right. Also, dragons don’t usually explain themselves.”
He sent a wry glance in Ryu’s direction as if remembering similar instances.
