"How?" It was the only thing Marion could say as his wide eyes met Adrian's.
He was supposed to be dead, Marion was certain of that. His ritual ensured that the vessel was left empty for his possession,
So how?
How was he still alive?
Adrian's eyes, now black as the void itself, looked directly at the surprised Marion.
"I have no idea," he answered, a question that wasn't truly directed at him, "but I guess this messes with your plans quite a bit."
Marion was silent, confused even, but the next second, he started chuckling, which evolved into full-blown laughter.
"The more I discover about you," Marion said, still breathless from laughing, "the more I'm convinced the goddess truly did send you to me."
He looked at Adrian with the bright, completely wrong expression of someone who had just watched a dead man stand up and found it delightful rather than alarming.
"I'm going to have that body," he continued, "no matter what it takes."
