Connor exhaled through his nose. "Don't answer him." Then, more sharply: "Did she say where she was?"
Marco swallowed. "Some clinic outside the city. Said the doctors were lying to her. Said they were…"
"working for Victor," Uno finished softly, watching Marco like he was a particularly interesting insect. "She always did have a flair for tragedy. Gods and mothers both hate to be replaced."
Marco shoved his chair back slightly, the wheels squealing on the tile. "You're crazy," he said, voice shaking now. "Both of you."
Connor ignored him. "You kept the recordings?"
Marco nodded weakly. "I didn't delete anything. They're encrypted on my drive. I can send you a copy."
"Do that," Connor said. He turned his head slightly, finally glancing toward Uno. "And stop enjoying this."
Uno's eyes gleamed. "I'm not enjoying it. I'm admiring it. Do you know how rare it is to watch a soul being eaten alive before birth? It's beautiful in a horrifying way."
