Chapter 86: Ignorance
"Let him go," the newcomer said. This time, it sounded more like an order than a request.
This time, the blue suited man snorted. Then the man’s fingers uncurled at once. Matthew dropped to his knees, coughing hard as air scraped down his throat. He pressed a palm to the pavement, struggling to steady himself, then looked up—and froze.
Dr. Muni!?
What is this? Why is he—
Matthew swallowed. What is going on here!?
Dr. Muni stood a few paces away, coat buttoned, expression unreadable. The air around his sleeves shimmered faintly, bending the dim light as if heat radiated off invisible coils. A Nexian! A Veined Nexian.
Before Matthew could find his voice, the man in blue scoffed. "Why bother with a fledgling who’s barely awakened?"
Dr. Muni did not spare Matthew a glance. "Is this your territory?" he asked, calm as a lecture hall. "I don’t recall granting you entry."
"I can go wherever I want to," The blue-suited man’s jaw tightened. "Besides, I was only eliminating a witness."
"Wrong answer." Dr. Muni’s tone never rose. "You are not local. If you kill here, not even your grandfather will shield you from the questions I’ll ask."
The blue-suited man’s nostrils flared. Then he gave a curt harrumph, turned on his heel, and blurred into the shadows. The lights on his arms faded as he vanished.