PUPPETMASTER POV
SEVERAL WEEKS AGO
I throw aside the body.
She was slim and had tasted oh-so-sweet, but now she's empty and useless.
I snap my fingers.
Rafe—Rafa—Ray—or whatever. I didn’t bother to learn his name. He is of little consequence.
If I get bored enough, maybe I'll eat him.
He comes in to take the body and discard it with the others. Though there's nothing left to salvage.
"Another."
"Another, sir?"
His whiny voice grates on my ears.
"Yes, another," I snap.
I tire of his cowardice.
He believes we will be caught.
I know we won't.
I haven’t remained in the shadows for the last few hundred years only to be discovered now.
Nothing will point to me. I am dead, after all.
He scuttles out with the body.
I curse the Elders for sending him to me. He may have proved useful over the years, but he has no loyalty; he acts out of fear.