The Reapers were so clustered together that Carissa couldn’t even see down either end of the hallway. Each had their Scythe in their hands, but they weren’t moving. Carissa was tempted to wave her hand in front of one, to see if that would reanimate him, but that was probably a bad idea.
One Reaper stepped forward. “Zorelle requests your presence.”
And she’d nearly forgotten about Zorelle as well. Perhaps her head injury had been more debilitating that she’d realized.
Elon glanced at her, a slight smile on his lips. “What say you, Carissa? Should we visit Zorelle while we’re here?”
Carissa squinted at Elon. What was she supposed to say? What was he planning? If only he’d told her before they’d stepped into the hallway. But perhaps he’d chosen not to for a reason. “Of course. It will be… interesting to see her again.” And find out how the Esmeray she was alive—at least, if this was the Zorelle Carissa suspected it to be.
Elon nodded and turned back towards the Reapers. “But we would like to be armed when we meet her.”
The mass of Reapers seemed to stir at his words, and Carissa pressed closer to him.