“My source on Ormo’s Kalis experiments—the only one I found before my own Ma’is pulled me out—he was a doctor. A guy named Saadasi.” The N’talisan-Kalis’s voice was a scratchy whisper.
“Why are you telling me that?” Syrina asked, but it was what she would’ve done, too. She felt defeated.
“Ormo’s a traitorous coward who’s stabbing my Ma’is in the back by sending you here to kill N’talisan. Why wouldn’t I screw up his little pet even more before she rubs me?” She nodded toward Triglav and snorted again. “I bet you won’t be able to resist looking into it now, whatever Ormo tells you to do.”
“f**k you.” Syrina stepped over, leaned down, and broke the other Kalis’s neck with a twist of her hand.
The N’talisan impostor must’ve let her do it, or it wouldn’t have been so easy.
Syrina went bac
