As Maelith's personality settled over Samantha like a familiar coat, Samantha found herself looking forward to the challenge.
Time to put her deception skills to good use.
The transformation felt smoother this time, like slipping into a perfectly tailored dress.
Maelith's memories and instincts layered themselves over Samantha's consciousness with practiced ease, bringing with them a confidence that bordered on arrogance and a worldview that made everything seem like a chess game waiting to be won.
"Well then," she said, her Scottish accent rolling through the words like silk over steel, "shall we begin this little interrogation? I do hope you'll make it interesting."
Marcus and Callum exchanged a look that spoke volumes about their discomfort with the situation, but they both nodded.
This was necessary preparation, even if it meant temporarily treating their mate like an enemy.
