Chapter 97: Cannibal
“He tasted her mind and realized he had been starving" —Unknown.
“Who are you?” I turn my attention to him, unlatching my hands from Wesker. Lecter quickly collects himself.
Under this lighting, his dark hair shows a bit of grey streaks. He’s tall, almost as tall as Wesker. Well-toned, but less built than the other man. And now that he’s no longer under order to get rid of me, his steel-grey eyes are boring on me with new-found appreciation.
“I’m Wesker’s second-in-command, at your service.” He sends a polite bow to my direction.
I can feel him accessing me keenly from head to toe as he sets himself back straight, a cunning look reflected in his eyes. This is the first time I’ve ever really pay attention to the man. He has an accent too—European, I think. French,
