“That’s putting it mildly,” Saxon said. “He’s starting to freak me out.”
“Starting?” Killean asked.
“Okay, he’s been on my freak meter ever since they injected him, but this Still Man routine has brought it up to a whole new level.”
Josiah couldn’t possibly hear it, but Logan couldn’t stop himself from leaning over Declan to tap his finger against the computer screen. They all stared at him like he was an idiot as he lowered his hand.
“I don’t know; it felt right,” Logan muttered.
They all turned their attention back to the computer screen. Logan glanced at the clock in the corner as the minutes ticked past. He’d come here to check things with Nathan, but now, he couldn’t pull himself away.
Then, after half an hour of absolutely nothing, they made new bets. A few minutes later, Josiah twitched.
“Holy shit!” Saxon blurted. “He moved.”
“Who had eight thirty?” Logan asked.
“I did,” Declan said, but no one moved to give him the ten dollars they each owed him as their attention remained on the screen.
“What do you think this means?” Nathan asked.
“No idea,” Declan murmured as he unwrapped another lollipop and stuck it in his mouth.
“Did you see anything like this in Arizona?” Killean asked Logan.
“No.”
“Do you think Asher did?”
“As far as I know, he didn’t, but we can ask him when he returns to the compound later.”
Though Ronan and Nathan had called a halt to hunting patrols for now, Asher was spending a lot of time looking for Brie, or whatever her name was, from the airport. Logan had no idea how he could find her, but Asher wasn’t giving up.
On the screen, Josiah suddenly sat straight up like a puppet whose strings were pulled. Logan almost took a step away from the macabre spectacle. He stopped himself before he backed away from a bunch of monitors like an idiot.
Josiah stared unblinkingly forward before his eyes flicked up and latched onto the camera. Those entirely black eyes staring at them unnerved Logan. Josiah was creepier than an old porcelain doll who’d been dragged around by generations of children and who had no hair or eyes anymore but could still say, “Mama.”
“It’s not normal,” Saxon muttered.
“None of this is normal,” Killean said.
Logan agreed, and though he’d been dealing with this for longer than them, he still wasn’t used to seeing his fellow hunters like this.
“At least he’s moving again,” Declan muttered.
“Do you think he was in some kind of sleep trance?” Saxon asked. “Or maybe that’s how the demons sleep.”
“Maybe,” Declan murmured. “It was also daytime when this started, and the sun set about the same time he woke up. Maybe the demons sleep during the day.”
“But it was the middle of the day when he laid down on the floor,” Killean said. “The sun had been out for hours.”
“Maybe the demons only sleep like that during certain hours of the day. Like when the sun is at its strongest or something,” Nathan suggested.
“But none of the other injected or turned, or whatever Leonardo and Diego are, are doing this,” Logan reminded them. “Has Josiah ever done this before?”
“Not that I know of,” Declan said, “and I go over a lot of this footage.”
“So why would he start doing it today?”
