End of this chapter.
There was no one watching his cards, no one watching the gamma, no one watching anyone’s totems. They had twenty-one Possesseds left and they all needed to be out capturing during the night and recuperating during the day. Quarantine was simply a lower priority; considering the world was ending, it didn’t matter if by some small chance a totem broke and a Possessed here and there went mad. It was a very small chance anyway.
Keep telling yourself that, Bryan thought as he passed empty rooms, each with a pile of totems on them. Laity’s, still in the hospital, and Rudd’s, on psychiatric leave, and Demasi’s, who had a complete meltdown last month, all unguarded.
And his cards. And his card.
He walked up to it and stared it down. The demon in it was watching him, looking him over calmly. Bryan felt a pull in him towards it, towards its warmth and vivacity, the things he no longer had. And it was pulled towards him.
We’ve already come close.