Jaumet also felt the light sensation of Elia’s fingers on his cheekbones and temples. Again she shot a small pain spell through her fingers. Jaumet blocked it as minimally as he could.
“You are Janus Terminus. WAT score: 33. Training: Sigma Kappa.”
Randell watched in wonder as a black-ink scorpion sprouted out of Elia’s left middle finger. It scuttled over Jaumet’s face, leaving tracks as it went, like it was traveling on sand, not skin. It scurried to his collar bone and tracked over his unfinished serial number. He opened his eyes and Randell’s breath caught in his throat.
“Jaumet?” he asked. Jaumet look confused.
“Uh, yeah?” Randell sighed in relief
“Never mind.” Jaumet shrugged. As Randell looked at Elia he caught a small smile slip off her face. She nodded.
“Time to go.”
Nihilistic Porcupine 