"Well," a voice said, relaxed and wrong in the small room. "You were the one watching."
Lucian felt the shift under his skin. Lucian's posture stayed steady.
The driver's head tilted, too smooth for a man half-conscious. "And here I was thinking one our guy betrayed us."
Lucian kept his hands loose. "He almost did."
The borrowed voice clicked its tongue. "No. He didn't."
"If it wasn't so, you wouldn't have taken over his body when he was just close to revealing something."
He observed Terin figure tied on the chair. Lucian had no doubt the voice was not Terin's.
"Keke... Ain't you a smart boy. I didn't ask what's your reason is for going so far."
Terin's face twitched under the strain. The voice didn't care. "Well, whatever it is. You're digging into a matter that doesn't concern you. And you're not quick enough to escape the consequences. Keep scratching, and the end won't bother with theatrics."
