Riella saw it the moment something in Titan flipped. A shimmer went over his gaze, a metallic sheen, and then his voice when it emerged was silky smooth. Cold.
"We don't need your help."
Not I. We.
Combined with the voice he claimed to hear, that could mean only one thing. "Your Deviant gene activated."
The statement startled Titan. He frowned at her. "What are you talking about? You tested me. I don't have it."
"You're hearing a voice?" she asked, and then continued before he could answer. "It's passing itself off as your arm and leg, correct? And before you answer, you should know it's not."
"Not what?"
"Your limbs aren't alive. They can't possess you."
"Shows how much you know," he said with a smirk.
"I do know," she said, crossing her arms. "You're rejecting the parts by seein
