The Japanese girl huddled in the corner of the bed, recoiling at the sight of Jethro. His gaze was cold, predatory, radiating a suffocating pressure that made her tremble.
Adeyemi groaned, clutching his chest as if an invisible weight pressed him into the floor. His breathing was ragged, eyes narrowed in pain. This must be the Founder’s doing. Damn it…
“You horrible monster!” he rasped, voice raw.
Jethro ignored him at first, studying the girl with unsettling calm. “Ah. So this is the Vessel,” he murmured, voice low and almost delighted.
Adeyemi spat out the words, veins straining in his neck. “You’ll be judged for your crimes!”
Jethro’s mouth curled into an amused smile. “Planning to set me up for the Vessel? What does this era take me for?”
He took deliberate, measured steps toward
