Chapter 5Ocren fisted his hands to prevent claws from forming. A Zatera born had tried to break through Derek’s mental defenses and had broken into his apartment. Ocren should have investigated when he’d heard sounds instead of thinking he was imagining it.
Derek laid on the bed in the corner, his face turned toward the ceiling. “I need to talk to Casey.”
Ocren swallowed a growl. “Who’s Casey?” Was Casey a boy or a girl name? It was hard to tell with humans.
“You’ve seen her. She comes here sometimes.”
Oh, the girl. Ocren nodded despite Derek not looking in his direction.
“She’s not a zombie.”
Zombie? Ocren watched human movies—he knew what zombies were, but they weren’t real, so of course, Casey wasn’t a zombie. “No.”
“You can tell, right? I mean, you knew the moment you spotted me
