Thirty-five
“This may interest you, Harris. Come.”
Murdoch had a glint in his eye that Ryann didn’t trust one bit. But when he opened the door, she was powerless to resist.
“They’ve caught one of the infected,” he said as Ryann stepped into the corridor. She followed him, a few steps, to a door. He turned to face her. “One of the originals. Tell me, who do you think it could be?”
“Nyle?” She knew it was the wrong answer by his wry smile, but she carried on. “He’s back?”
“No. There was…an issue. He overstepped his instructions, and Nyle Patera is no more.”
Ryann expected to feel something at that news, but not confusion. She pictured Nyle the man, as he stood in the Proteus, lost for words at the sight of the shade. She saw his horror, and heard again his screams as it bit into him.
