Lailah could hear the heartbeats of everyone else in the room.
No one was in the mood to sit down and listen to her rattle off theories. But that was precisely why they needed to.
Lailah knew the type of man Percival was. He was a hedonist, a zealot, a vengeful-minded bigot and a man passionate about the act of bringing misery to as many people as he could, through as cruel a means as he could think of.
His meticulousness was the only thing that rivaled his propensity for violence.
And as much as it all seemed like something he would do, Lailah wasn't buying it. She, and they, were all missing something.
Ayaana split into the rest of her bodies.
Lailah grabbed Eris by the hand and pulled her in closer.
'W-What are you-'
'Stay close to me.' Lailah squeezed her hand. 'All of this... has too many hallmarks of a vision I had a long time ago.'
That wasn't exactly comforting for Eris to hear as someone who was intimately familiar with Lailah's visions. 'What... kind of vision?'
