Just death doing paperwork.
I almost complained.
Then two more came through the smoke, and Samael shoved so hard I laughed.
Finally.
The first one lost its heart.
The second one tried to bite my shoulder, so I grabbed its jaw and tore until the face stopped being a face. Black blood sprayed across the white wall, across my stolen scrub shirt, across the floor that had probably been cleaned by someone very proud of its shine.
I hoped they were watching.
I hoped they were taking notes.
Subject Two dislikes sterile environments.
Subject Two improves them with blood.
Aiden coughed once, sharp and wet.
My head snapped toward him.
He glared at me before I could speak.
“Don’t.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“We are all bleeding.”
“I’m still a better view than you.”
He was probably right.
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