Chapter Eleven
“Dude,” Felix says as soon as the car departs.
“Dude,” I reply, matching his tone.
“That was—”
“Yep,” I say.
“But she—”
“I know.”
Seemingly running out of things to say, we sit there, each processing the recent events.
“How about you tell me everything,” Felix finally says, rubbing his temples in a circular motion.
So I tell him what little there is to tell: I was on my way to save him when Nostradamus and Lilith intercepted me. Switching to Russian so the driver doesn’t hear any Cognizant stuff, I fill him in on the altercation with the chorts.
“But what does this mean?” Felix says when I’m done. “Is Lilith not as evil as we thought?”
“I wish I knew.” I realize I never buckled up, so I do so now. “The cynic in me says there was nothing maternal in that encounter.
