"You work for the Maugrim."
It wasn't a question, nor did it sound like one. Malakai uttered the words with obvious certainty.
The trembling Whiteshade quickly stepped away from the other Sutrex, as though he were a plague. He resigned to watch the scene play out from the side.
The man was taken aback, but Malakai didn't miss the cold glint that passed through his eyes.
'He's reading us,' Malakai realized. It was an important skill for a spy, especially an agent of the Maugrim. They had to be able to read the room and assess situations faster than anyone. They needed to be able to adapt.
The man was trying to comprehend the situation and find a way out of it. Malakai would allow no such thing.
"Release the disguise."
He felt the hold on his blood vanish and his face began to shift and contort until it reverted back to normal.
The man lost his composure for a moment. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
"N-ninth v-vein!?" he exclaimed.
