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Aihi
Lacotl hung suspended from black arcs of ki, incapable of moving more than repositioning his head. His horizontal, unfocused pupils twitched as Aihi stalked across the Warlock Cell to face him.
“Hellooooo, princess,” he said in a singsong voice.
The pitch of his greeting made Aihi second-guess her decision to interrogate him personally. From Akihiro’s testimony, she knew Lacotl was in this prison of his own volition. He could have resisted on the way to Nagasou and forced the bushi to kill him instead of imprisoning him for as long as they decided he was worth keeping alive.
But why did he have to be so happy about being here?
“Lacotl.” She folded her hands. “Are you ready to explain why you were sacrificing women to the aki we found in your cave?”
“The game, the game, the g
