Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Sick

Sylas looked over toward Professor Fembroise. The professor had already mostly dressed herself, though a bit haphazardly, not that she was to blame for such a thing. She had already given up, trying to hide her face and shuddering in the corner.

Sylas sighed and shook his head.

"I know you recognize my voice, Professor Fembroise. There's no need for this, I'm not going to kill you."

He hadn't known the woman for long, but he could describe her in three phrases.

Obsessed with her boys.

Sharp both of mind and tongue.

And surprisingly quite quirky.

She probably felt that her best chance at survival was pretending she didn't recognize Sylas, and against most people that was enough, but Sylas knew better than to just leave things like this.

After that man's death, there would definitely be an investigation, and Professor Fembroise would fall right into the list of suspects.

Of course, he wasn't talking about the police; he doubted that anyone would claim this man as missing any time soon. And even if they did, Sylas was at the point where he didn't give a damn about the rule of law.

He was thinking about Legacy.

From Rojan's words, he understood that Lone Star State was a target of Legacy, and they wouldn't give up after just a single attempt. If even a Level 7 was out of the loop, then they likely had more of them than they knew what to do with.

Either way, Professor Fembroise was now both an asset and a liability depending on how he looked at it.

Shaking, the professor looked up, kind of worried to acknowledge Sylas' words, but also knowing she didn't have much of a choice.

The first thing she saw was Sylas' hand, the next thing she saw was the blood running down his chin and she almost recoiled again.

In the end, she controlled the impulse and took his hand, slowly getting up.

"I'm going to close the door because of the noise," Sylas said.

She nodded, a bit embarrassed that Sylas had to confirm such a thing with her. She wasn't a little girl anymore, she wasn't going to look at every man like he might be her next assaulter.

Sylas shook his head inwardly when he saw the defiance in her eyes. He wouldn't have blamed her no matter how she reacted, it was just that he wanted her to cooperate with him so making sure she was comfortable was the top priority.

The noise died down to a buzz as the door closed and Sylas motioned to a seat.

"How much do you know about what just happened?"

Professor Fembroise gave Sylas a look.

"What is it?" Sylas asked.

"Are you going to let the blood keep drizzling like that?"

Sylas looked down at himself then reached for his nose.

'It's broken,' he thought to himself.

"Let me see it," the professor said, already leaning forward.