Chapter 15

It wouldn’t have been at all alarming except that the mirrors were reflecting the Cat and the Reaper normally, but every single reflection showed the King’s movements as belonging to an agent. The more the King saw his own reflection, the more his own features started blurring and reshaping, until finally, his self-projected image matched the false reflection.

The Reaper and the Cat had the King in an interrogation room, a tiny cell inside someone’s mind. It was dark, and King was restrained in a chair, manacled.

“Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t know. Seven says that I’m the King.”

The Reaper leaned into the King’s face. “We don’t listen to Seven, we listen to me. And what I’m saying is that you’re one of us.”

“I’m not an agent of Death,” the King said, looking at his hands.

“No, you’re like Seven. He works for the government. So do you.”

“I don’t remember working for the government.”