“You saw her because you were curious,” he said. “Curiosity has consequences.”
“She asked me for help,” I said. “She is alive.”
“For now,” he replied.
The world seemed to tilt slightly under my feet.
“For now?” I repeated.
Obinna finally lost the softness in his voice.
“You were chosen because you matched perfectly,” he said. “Same bloodline region. Same physical markers. It took time to find you.”
My fingers loosened around the travel bag handle.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered.
He looked toward the bedroom window upstairs, directly above the place where the bed stood.
“My grandfather did not bury an artifact,” he said calmly. “He buried a process.”
A dry sound escaped my throat.
“The woman below is at the final stage,” he continued. “When she delivers, the cycle completes.”
I felt something cold crawl up my spine.
“And me?” I asked.
He held my gaze steadily.
