“He’s not going to be able to use that on you.”
“What? How do you know that?”
“Because of the blood transfusion I gave you.”
“Then why can you use your power on me?”
Dante takes a deep breath in and exhales.
“Because, he couldn’t controlhereither.”
I stare at him as my mind blanks for a shocked second.
“That … that was Anna’s blood?”
“Yes.”
Is that why I woke up knowing her name?
Are her memories, her past, now part of my own DNA? Is that why I seem to have thoughts and emotions that seem like utter contradictions to my situation?
“What does that mean for me?”
“It means, you need to obey him as if he’s able to control you. He can’t know that he’s unable to control you, Evi. He hated that about Anna. It drove him mad, and I believe it’s eventually what caused …” He trails off, his lips pressing into a thin line as he rises from the bed. “I’ve said too much. You need to rest.”
“I don’t want to—”
There’s a loud crash from somewhere out in the hall followed by a thunderous pounding on the door.
“Dante!” Seven shouts. “Open the door!”
“Bloody hell, what now?” Dante growls as he walks over to the door.
Removing the metal bar, Dante throws open the doors and Seven stumbles in, dropping to the floor, followed by a huge plume of black smoke.
“Fire,” Seven coughs. “The house … it’s on fire.”