Sharply edged, cruelly tipped, pointed immediately below Ennon’s ever-covered eyes and at the center of his wide chest, so the Section Eight, Level Two Systems Engineer had nowhere to go but to try and squeeze himself between, and hide behind, two of the guzoro den’s larger patrons.
“And do you know why I want to be Kodanda’s manufactured monster again, to once more be their walking, talking, weapon of choice—even if I can’t forget what I’d do to all of you?”
Away from the drooping ceiling, distancing himself from the glistening walls, extricating his feet from the floor’s disgusting mire, and nearing the exit, Tejumola left them with the crisply artificial, induced detachment he’d heard the Rajo Guna was known for.
Saying, as his hand turned its handle, pushed open the door, “Because I
