Chapter 108: Perfectly Sane
War, veterans, poverty, alcohol, and black markets; a sector split from the supposed civilized people. It was a recipe for points. A hallmark of opportunity.
Dasha walked the halls of Les Murmures, silently knitting Qi throughout his organs. Beside him was Xavier, his guide. An unnecessary role as he had already memorized the haunted mansion’s general layout. Blinking once behind his mask, Dasha shortened his stride. The layout wasn’t all that concerning. No, what caught his attention were the creatures of the night.
The cats.
’Too many cats. Someone appears to like them.’
He had noticed a Bombay black cat roaming the halls of Les Murmures before. Its yellow eyes glanced his way and moved on. Now, it was an orange tabby; an American Bobtail, to be exact, that casually went through his legs. Xavier didn’t seem to care.
Dasha contemplated their existence. Was there some purpose to them? Were they dangerous monsters cloaking themselves as innocent pets?
Or were they just house cats?
Well, Dasha wouldn’t bother them as long as they didn’t bother him.
He let Xavier open the door to Daughter, despite not needing it. The hieroglyphics of the goddess Seshat and her worshiping followers and the redness that came after the incantations—Dasha had figured it out. But he would let them think otherwise.
Showing his whole deck of cards, especially to his benefactors, was unwise.
Daughter lay stretched across the hammock, lazy as a koala. Batting her long lashes at him, she peered at him and let out a yawn. "Mmm. Do you have something for me, Jack? No, wait, Dasha? I wonder, did a British man have trouble acclimating to Asian heritage?"