Chapter FiveThe voice meant nothing to Samantha. Were they being watched? She wondered. She looked around the room and noticed two distinct reactions. Her mother had gone pale, her eyes wide, as she stared across at Swanson. He appeared the same. Gila Byron, Forrest Kyle, and oddly, John Wolverton wore similar expressions. They knew who the voice belonged to, or at least suspected. The rest of the council varied from intrigue to mild confusion.
“Aren't you going to welcome back an old comrade?” the voice asked. “Surely it's not been so long you've forgotten?”
Nina spoke first. “Why don't you show yourself and refresh our memories?”
Amused, the voice said, “Ah yes, why don't I indeed, little princess? Put you all out of your misery, so to speak.”
The screen flickered, static becoming a
