Page 292 of Seer Prophet

He looked at seer faces next, intending to make sure he had an imprint of their exact features and at least the bare, outward traces of their light. He couldn’t go into the Barrier to conduct a real scan, but he wanted to recognize them if he ever saw them again.

As soon as he started looking at them, however, he realized ID’ing them in the Barrier or otherwise was a moot point. He paused on the first face he saw, the one belonging to the seer sitting nearest to him on a suede sectional facing the stage, and frowned.

He didn’t need to snapshot those features.

He knew them. He’d seen the seer before.

The likelihood of that being a coincidence, given where he’d seen him, as well as the specific context of that meeting, struck Revik as… unlikely. More than unlikely. More like, statistically improbable to an exponential degree.

In the same set of seconds, the seer smiled at him.

Narrow mouth. Black hair. Light gray eyes. High cheekbones. The last time Revik had seen that exact face, he’d been deep in the jungles of Brazil, Northwest of a SCARB-run work camp calledGuoreumthat used to operate outside the city of Manaus.

Revik had noted the resemblance to his own features at the time, even as he’d made a point of noting the differences aloud to Terian, who’d been fucking the gray-eyed seer back then. The fact that this same seer sat in front of him now, a nearly naked male human massaging his crotch through the expensive-looking dark slacks he wore, brought a dense flare of heated light through Revik’saleimi.

Terian. This Dontan fucker was Terian.

At the very least, he knew Terian.

Revik continued to stare at the gray-eyed seer. The seer looked even more like him than he’d remembered.

After a few more beats, his eyes shifted, taking in a tall, handsome, orange-eyed seer wearing an expensive suit of some dark-blue metallic material. It was clothing Revik definitely could imagine Terian wearing.

His eyes moved to the next, a seer with pale blue irises who also looked familiar to him.

It took Revik a few seconds longer to place that particular face, but once he had, he had to fight back another burst of reaction in his light. He’d seen that fucking blue-eyed seer in Beijing, when he went there to pull his wife out of a prostitution contract with the Lao Hu.

This same seer had kissed her?Allie.

He’d also refused to remove Allie’s collar when she asked him to take it off, claiming he wouldn’t do anything to facilitate her return to Revik.

Allie told Revik later he’d been her handler for most of the time she’d worked as a consort of the Lao Hu. He’d also been her lover, although she dismissed that as a detail, claiming it was utterly meaningless. Revik believed her, but like most things involving his wife and sex with other men, believing her hadn’t lessened his emotional reaction much.

He hated the fucker. For a lot of reasons.

Not the least of which being, he’d been the first seer to teach his wife to perform sexual circus tricks for assholes like Ditrini.

Motherfuck.

He looked at the next seer sitting on the couch, examining his face with the same scrutiny. That one that looked ethnically Middle Eastern and wore a similar outfit as Efrail. His eye color was more familiar to Revik, being a light amber in color, but Revik didn’t recognize the specific face.

The fifth seer was Terian himself.

Meaning, it was the body Revik had known for most of the time he’d spent with the other seer, while they worked together under the Rooks.

His eyes reflected the same rich amber as the Middle Eastern seer, only brighter.

Staring at that high-cheekboned face with its distinctive, sculpted mouth and laughing eyes, Revik felt something in his lower belly grow cold. He had to fight briefly not to attack him, to beat him with his fists until Terry told him what he’d done with his wife.

Revik only stood there for a few seconds, silent, drinking in the reality of what this was. Terian was Dontan. Of course. Of course he fucking was. How had they ever doubted it? Which also meant, a second copy of the Lists might not exist at all. Terry might have transcribed those names right out of the ether, like Kali herself had done.

Which meant Menlim likely had a copy of those names by now, as well.

Revik was still turning all of that over in his mind when it occurred to him no one had spoken, either from the couch or in Revik’s party.

He returned his gaze to Terian, even as he wondered if he could assume?if only from the way Terry was grinning that batshit crazy grin of his at him?that Terry knew him, regardless of his disguise.

He barely had time to think it before the question was answered.

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