Malakai released a deep sigh as he rose from his seat.
'As expected.'
He had known from the start that questioning Mamush wouldn't yield much. The Sixth Pulse had already been here before him, after all.
'But he confirmed my assumption.'
Earlier, when Malakai had mentioned the Sixth Pulse visiting, it had been nothing more than speculation. But Mamush's reaction, his momentary hesitation, his choice of words, had confirmed it.
'He's hiding something.'
The district head had denied everything until the end, but Malakai wasn't fooled by the sudden "emergency" that had cut their conversation short. Mamush had clearly signaled his assistant to intervene.
'Let's hope he can find out more,' Malakai thought, referring to Valentine.
"I greet the Ninth Vein," a voice called from the doorway.
A guard entered, kneeling respectfully. "I've been instructed to guide you, Ninth Vein. I'll lead you to your quarters."
Malakai gave a curt nod and followed the man out of the office.
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