“How will you choose, Morgan?” Varujan asks, his image reflected in the mirrors of the vestibule. Lights shimmer from every side.
“This isn’t fair,” I state. “You or Sursa can change your mind any time and narrow my options.”
“Where one falls on the spectrum of right or wrong is different for everyone,” Varujan continues. “But know this—Sursa thrives on bargains and games—he finds them irresistible. Should you choose to play, know that your Free Will cannot be taken from you.”
A heavy weakness presses down on my body. “What kind of game?”
After a long pause, he answers, “Somewhere deep inside you lurks a deviant, same as me. The turn is yours.” He holds my gaze. “You must choose our next prey.”
My feet won’t move. This is going too far. Did he know this would happen? I search the mirrors, my mind racing. Did they reflect the secrets of my heart?
I can’t do this.
My eyes blur with hot tears. “What if I don’t wanna play?”