Kia stood by his side and looked down at the photos as well. She ran her fingers over Orpheus’s face on the screen and then stared at him sitting there on the hospital bed, the light running like glowing scars across his face.
The phone rang then. It was the client. Babel. Kia stepped away as Lucien answered.
“People are cancelling their orders in Relics all around the world,” Babel said. “I had a dream of building them, and now your damned dream is going to make them all fall down.”
“I’m already fixing it,” Lucien said.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Babel asked. “This is like a 9/11 that doesn’t stop.”
“I’m meeting with an expert right now,” Lucien said and disconnected as a doctor walked into the room.
The doctor stopped just inside the doorway. He put his hands on hi
