Chapter 55: Red Through Blue (3)
Why does this feel familiar?
Not to me—to this body. These are his people. Blues. Not mine. Never mine.
Mine are red.
Red is the blood that flows through my veins.
“Long time no see, Arthur.”
The words slip from my mouth automatically, yet the expression I wear doesn’t change. Not a twitch.
The fire crackles, eating away the last scraps of paper between Arthur’s fingers. He leans forward, eyes reflecting flame. There’s an unsettling calm to him—too still, too knowing.
“Everyone,” he says, standing now. “This is Aston. He’ll be part of the missions from now on. Consider him a hidden agent. Spy. Call it whatever you like.”
He stares at me.
“But most importantly...” Arthur gestures toward the scarred man, who still holds the last blackened ember in his fingers.
“He’ll be our financer. Our donor. Or, as Grim likes to call him...” A pause. Eyes piercing into mine. “...our money pig.”