Page 158 of Remnants: Disruption
“Was he a Remnant,” and Varun shrugs.
“Is thatI don’t know?” and Varun nods.
“Fine,” I grunt, rubbing at my throbbing temple. I didn’t even know I could get a headache in this space.
“Did he work for Darkrend,” and Varun nods.
“Did you?” another nod.
“Did he work for someone else?” and he nods.
“Do you know who?” and Varun shakes his head.
I hum a little, wondering how to ask a question that will actually help. I have no idea how long it’ll take before Cass can pull me out.
“Is there a plan to invade the Citadel?” and Varun nods.
A chill runs through my spine. Of course there is. Of course he’d ruin the sanctuary for us. The only place I’d felt at home at.
“Do we still have time?” and Varun doesn’t answer right away.
It’s like he’s thinking. Considering.
Then he nods.
“Why all of this? Did Mary hurt your family? Did she do something to your species?”
Varun nods twice.
I frown. “She hurt the dhampirs?”
He throws up a so-so gesture. Like the answer is more complicated.
The room ripples and contorts.
Varun throws up a peace sign before the scene shatters.
Chapter 56
Refresh
November 15th, 1030 A.D., Evening
Europe is gone. There is no need to continue including it in our maps.
DAEMON Internal Memo–recovered dNet archive
“Hiraeth?” the beast above me is speaking, but it feels like a rumble through my chest.
“How do I know it’s you?” I hiss, and even with the creature’s lupine features, it still looks confused.
“What are you talking about?” Azazel appears beside me.
I try to move, but the wolf-bat’s claws are impossibly strong.
Fine.
The shadows manifest around me, and I slip through the claws and flop from the nearest shady spot, landing roughly on my face.
