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“That’s not an answer.”
He sighed heavily as he turned another page. “Are you unable to see me?”
I frowned. “That’s another question that should have an obvious answer.”
“I ask because you must be experiencing vision issues,” he replied. “Since you clearly cannot tell I’m trying to read.”
Smartass.
My fully functioning eyes narrowed. “What are you reading?”
Callum’s lips pursed as he looked up from his book, his head listing to the side.
“If you answer my questions, I’ll shut up.” I picked up a chalice full of fruity water, wondering exactly how mad he or Kolis would be if I threw it at the Revenant’s head.
“That seems highly unlikely.”
It was. “To become a Revenant, you must die—like the soul leaves the body and all that. Correct?” I pressed. “That’s why Kolis didn’t attempt to save me by turning me into a Revenant.”
“That would be correct.”
Wait. The way he’d been answering these questions… He’d only referred to himself once, asking if he looked dead, but when he answered the other questions, he never referred to the Revenants as we. “Were you once Chosen?”
“Was I a Chosen?” Callum’s nose wrinkled as if he smelled something rotten. “Not exactly.”
What did that mean? “The woman I saw feeding. She was a Chosen, though.”
“I believe that has already been established.”
“But you’re not like her.”
Callum’s laugh was airy. “Obviously.”
“Are all the Revenants like you?” I asked.
Callum scoffed. “There are no Revenants like me.”
I rolled my eyes then. “How many are there?”
He said nothing.
Frustration rose, but I changed tack. I was more likely to get an answer if it was directly related to him. “I was under the impression that very few would be allowed in here without Kolis in attendance, but here you are.”
“Because I’m special.”
“Really,” I replied dryly, extending the middle finger of the hand that held the flute.
Callum grinned. “I am the first.”
I halted, the glass halfway to my lips. I hadn’t been expecting that, and I wasn’t even sure why. Everything had a first. “And how did you end up so lucky?”
“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you?”
“Wouldn’t you?” I countered.
Closing his book, he set it aside as he laughed under his breath. “No, I would be smart and stay quiet.”
“Ah, yes, not asking questions and keeping oneself in the dark and without any understanding of those around them is so very clever.”
