Chapter SeventyI swallowed, turned around.
Remo stood by the entrance, dressed in a white three-piece suit, his fathomless eyes taking in the scene with deliberate slowness, before zeroing on me.
“Zantry's doing, I presume?”
At my confusion, he raised his chin. “How is he concealing your presence?”
The necklace. Without a word, I reached into the hoodie and pulled the pendent out.
Remo gave a long-suffering sigh, stepped further into the cave. The shadows roiled, black mists boiling. Unconcerned, he studied the broken shackles, seeming disappointed.
“I underestimated you, Poppet.” He glanced at me when he spoke, and my eyes skittered away. “You were not to find this cavern, you were not to find them.” he motioned a hand to Vincent and the lengthening shadows. “What am I to do now?”
