Riders
“Cordero stares at me in the semidarkness as he steps inside and removes the old bulb, replacing it with the new one. The lamp goes on and she’s still staring at me.
He is still staring.
It.
Malaphar.
Now that I know, I can’t see how I missed it before. The concentration in those black eyes isn’t human. The way Malaphar has scratched and rubbed at his hands and knuckles. I had thought it was a habit but it’s not. It’s the tick of a demon, taking on the shape of a body that’s just a little too sm...all. And his death reek. He made a good attempt at masking it with perfume. Now it’s so strong. It’s blatant.
I don’t know how to think of him. It’s Malaphar, but I still see a woman in front of me. It’s him, but it’s her.
Cordero. I need to think of him as Cordero.
No change, Blake. Or he’ll know.
“You were giving me such an immersive first-person perspective,” Cordero says once Beretta’s back in his post by the door. “Now you’re summarizing. Getting antsy to finish this up?”MoreLess
He is still staring.
It.
Malaphar.
Now that I know, I can’t see how I missed it before. The concentration in those black eyes isn’t human. The way Malaphar has scratched and rubbed at his hands and knuckles. I had thought it was a habit but it’s not. It’s the tick of a demon, taking on the shape of a body that’s just a little too sm...all. And his death reek. He made a good attempt at masking it with perfume. Now it’s so strong. It’s blatant.
I don’t know how to think of him. It’s Malaphar, but I still see a woman in front of me. It’s him, but it’s her.
Cordero. I need to think of him as Cordero.
No change, Blake. Or he’ll know.
“You were giving me such an immersive first-person perspective,” Cordero says once Beretta’s back in his post by the door. “Now you’re summarizing. Getting antsy to finish this up?”MoreLess
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