Seven, I need you to listen to me.
Fuck you.
It’s about Evi.
My mind calms, giving me a moment of clarity as every other thought takes a back seat.
What about her?
She’s in danger.
No shit, Sherlock.
Look, I don’t expect you to care about me, but Valentine put something in the blood.
I fucking knew it. I knew you were using again!
A growl rumbles through my chest.
It was part of the deal.
Luci says this like I’d ever think that was a good excuse.
I bet it was. Just tell me about Evi before I throw you out.
The club opening, it’s been moved up to tonight. Valentine’s definitely taking her with him.
What?! How do you know?
He’s sending me to prepare her.
My face twists with rage at the thought of him with her after everything he’s done. Touching her.
She doesn’t deserve any of this.
Why should I believe you? How do I know it isn’t a trap?
Everything’s a trap with Valentine.
He has me there.
Seven, please, just tell Dante before it’s too late.
I don’t know where he is. He’s not back yet.
Then find a way to tell him.
You’re the one with fucking telepathy, you tell him!
You don’t think that was the first thing I tried? I can’t connect with him.
Fine.
Seven, there’s something else you need to know rraaahhhh—
I wince as his roar of agony fills my mind, echoing through it before gradually fading away.
Luci?