Chapter 13 Part 3 | The Machine God | The Drifting Isle Chronicles
“It's me,” said Deviatka.
Someone must go to the Guard, but he couldn’t walk—couldn’t see. “Fetch Ansel,” Adewole moaned. The room swam in dizzying, swirling patterns like odd-metal.
“What looks like odd-metal, old thing?” said Deviatka.
Adewole realized he was speaking aloud, not to himself. “Who could have done this to Buckan?” he whispered through his nausea. “When did you find him?”
“He was going through your papers. He didn’t find what he was looking for, though. Neither did I—well, I didn’t find everything I was looking for.”
The sparkling white receded enough to reveal Deviatka leaning against the now-closed door—or rather, two Deviatkas; Adewole’s vision refused to resolve. “I do not understand. He was alive?” said Adewole.
“Please don’t play the confused academic, Ollie, it makes us all look bad.”
“I am not playing.” Adewole put his hand to his head and pulled it back wet and sticky. “Karl, what have you done?”
