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“Well, there’s no point in calling him at the moment, we know he’s busy with the other creature that he wouldn’t tell us about at the house. Which he and the other spirit guides also said was something that shouldn’t exist anymore, so what’s the betting that it’s actually a creature that is tied to the old ones?” I ramble as my brain puts several thoughts together at once.

“You might be onto something,” Raiden agrees. “You know all of that could have something to do with the so-called old ones.”

“What about the Elders? Would they know something about the old ones?” Ransom asks.

Baz frowns, “The Elders? Did you mention them before?”

“Probably not. They’ve proven to be not worth the time of day, especially with everything else that we’ve got going on.” Griff replies and then quickly gives Baz a rundown of who they are.

Baz’s frown deepens, “Alright, well, it sounds like a lot of shit has changed. Or I don’t remember it. I don’t remember any group of people called the Elders, so unless I really am forgetting it, which I suppose is possible, then it would suggest that it was something that happened after the lockdown. Or at least that it gained more traction after then.” He pauses thoughtfully for a moment, “Or I suppose it could be from a realm that I’m not familiar with.”

“Well, the general consensus is that they can’t be trusted. They know a lot, but they only share their knowledge if it benefits them,” Van replies.

“So like most people who have been corrupted by power,” Coen adds with a sharp smile.

“Although we didn’t even realize that they existed, so I’m not entirely sure how much power they actually have,” River points out.

“True,” Raiden agrees. “They could have power amongst a circle of supes that we don’t even know about though. Either way, I think we should just stick to the plan of avoiding them if we can.”

“Definitely,” I agree.

Baz

There is so much that I know.

I know that, and yet I can’t fucking access it. It’s becoming more and more frustrating.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Baz

Something that I am almost one hundred percent sure of though is that the Elders are frauds.

I can’t pinpoint how I know that or if I have specific knowledge buried somewhere in my subconsciousness, but I do know that I don’t trust them and I don’t like them. There’s something else that’s niggling at me about them, but of course I don’t know what the fuck it is.

Even though my instincts have been thrown off by my memory loss, I still trust them implicitly. So if they say that the Elders are not to be trusted, then I must have some sort of knowledge about them somewhere, and they aren’t to be fucking trusted.

Fortunately, I don’t have to explain the fucked up and complicated way that my mind works to the others because they already don’t trust them and they don’t need me to try to convince them of it.

Something else that I am sure of is that I’m supposed to be here with Neith and the others. They feel like family. They’re far easier to be around than anyone else has been, from what I can remember anyway, and Neith, well, she’s just fucking everything to me.

It’s because of how much Neith already means to me that I had to go back for Joe last night. I am extremely protective of those I care about, and the way that I care about Neith is unlike anything I have ever felt before.

That I know as well. The feelings feel new and unfamiliar, not like something that I have felt before.

If I were in any other supernatural realm, then I could have just taken his head for touching her.

It’s ridiculous.

Although I do think that what Dimitri and I did to him was more than fitting. It will certainly leave a lasting impression on his soul.

The nightmare I left playing around in his mind will not only haunt him when he’s asleep but when he’s awake too.

I had the best night’s sleep that I have had in a long time after our visit to Joe.

Joe’s nightmares, however, will never leave him. It will pop up at the most inconvenient times and leave him a blubbering mess, reliving the pain of losing his fingers, which I may or may not have amplified to be even more painful.

He will also relive seeing Dimitri’s other form.