Lucas pushed past Trevor and Isabel and leaned down towards the computer. “We absolutely should. What the hell did you do to me?”
Lady Morrow pursed her lips for a moment before answering. “I saved your life.”
“Yeah, a little too well. Why can’t I die? Who is the Nameless?”
“I can’t answer all of your questions… ” Lady Morrow stopped mid-sentence and stared at Lucas for a moment. “Who’s the Nameless? You mean… oh, you gave him a name. I bet he hates that. I imagine him fuming.” The edge of her mouth twitched upwards.
Behind Lucas, Trevor coughed. “It was my idea, actually.”