Page 166 of Amethyst and Iron
Ketheron went to him and explained, “I’m not the only one the Guardian Movement watches, Cassius. I’ve felt them numerous times near you, even when I am not with you. They are extremely well cloaked, and wouldn’t be perceptible to most. But because of what I am, I remain the exception. I didn’t want to tell you, because I knew you would be upset, and we do not need trouble with them if you were to react, or retaliate.”
“Fuck,” I muttered.
The layers of bullshit just kept peeling back with every passing day.
Remnant didn’t look surprised in the least, however.
He was so deeply plugged into everything.
I liked that.
I wanted that.
I was connected to the supernatural underworld in my own way, just not his specific underground, nor anyway near as deeply as he was.
He saw me staring, perhaps reading me in the process.
His eyes shone at me.
Interesting.
“I’ll be back soon. Just let me do this,” I told them. “Tonight notwithstanding, know that you can trust in me.”
“Tonight was my doing,” Ketheron said. “All my doing. I dragged him here because of Corvin.”
“Corvin?” Cassius barked.
Velra went to him and laid her hand on his arm. “I’ll fill you in when we get home. Before you sent that SOS to me, I had a nice chat with Cornelius.” Her gaze flicked to Remnant and some sort of look was exchanged.
“All right,” Cassius conceded.
I passed by and patted his shoulder, then gave Velra a kiss on the cheek.
I kissed the top of Lazriel’s head and he breathed me in for a moment.
And then he let me go to Remnant.
“Dad,” he called.
“I know,” he assured him. Then he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and tossed a phone to Lazriel. “You can keep this permanently. It will only be able to message me, no one else.”
Lazriel’s eyes lit up. “I can message you any time?”
“Yes. Any time you wish.”
He burst forward then, snatched me up, then blurred us away.
25
~Sylas~
The fucking place was chilling.
It carried a lot of personal weight with it due to Velra and Ketheron and their brutal, horrifying experience of being experimented on in labs just like this one.
And although this one was abandoned, yet hadn’t yet been repurposed because the Guardian Movement and the Unity Council were working through so many already as it was, it didn’t assist with the eerie ambience, the sick feeling in my gut that settled there heavily just from being here.
Steel tables with heavy-duty restraints lined the center of the space, half a dozen side by side. Just behind them were glass containment pods, some cracked or marked with the signs of struggle—claw and talon slashes, magical burns.
