No. Not names.Dates.
“The logs,” I whispered, my brow furrowing. “What even are these?”
I started another one dated in the year twenty-two and listened as Lilith explained the foundation of the first Immortal Cup.
“It felt momentous that we finally achieved success in creating worthy candidates, thus we rewarded six mortals this year. But we intend to move forward with your idea for two going forward. One lycan and one vampire.”
“Whose idea?” I wondered aloud. “The Liege? Who is the Liege?”
I played a few more logs, all of them directed at the same unknown entity.
“Who is the Liege?” I asked again, trying to figure out the receiver of the logs.
Only then did I realizeIwas the receiver.
Well, notme, but this device.
They were all directed at the primary user of this laptop—Fake Cam.
I blinked. “What? Why?”
Is Fake Cam the Liege?
Wait…
What if…?
I blinked again.No. No, that’s not…
I clicked several more keys, frantic now for answers. I needed to understand, to know if it was possible… if maybe… if Fake Cam could be…
My Cam.
I entered another command, this one related to the history of the laptop and all the profile creations on the device.
Only one result came back.
Cam.
And the profile had been activated less than two weeks ago.
Which would have been around the time when Ryder had assassinated Lilith.
That bitch could have initiated some sort of protocol that led to this—to a laptop being created for Cam filled with logs addressed toThe Liege.
But why would Cam even entertain this nonsense? He knew better. He’d gone into all of this with the intention of stopping Lilith.
Except she’d won. She’d subdued him.
By tapping into theErositabond and destroying his mind,I thought, my eyes widening. She’d attempted to do something similar to Ryder, but his mate had saved him by shooting Lilith.
Then Ryder had taken an ax to Lilith’s head.
But from what Luka had told me, the pain Lilith had inflicted in that short time had been immense. Ryder hadn’t been able to hear anything other than her voice. And she’d confirmed that she’d used the same device on Cam.
For the last one hundred and eighteen years.
Maybe our mental walls were permanently damaged because of her abuse. Maybe she’d managed to destroy that part of him entirely. Maybe her torment had led to memory loss.
