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"So, what's this plan of yours?" Francesca asked, and Casey eyed me carefully.
"You have a plan? To fight Ethan?" she asked, and I rubbed the back of my head.
"Well... sort of," I answered, and Casey stared at me.
"Sort of? We need more than 'sort of' here, Nate. Or did you forget how fucking strong Ethan was?"
"How about we hear him out, first," Francesca offered, and Casey took a deep breath in, massaging the bridge of her nose.
"Okay. What's this plan?" she asked, and I took a deep breath before answering:
"Aletta."
"Aletta? How do you even know her, by the way?" Casey asked, and I swallowed uncomfortably.
Bianca and Blair both knew who she was, didn't they?
Although Blair wouldn't have really known the implications of her real name... but Bianca surely did.
So, did she not tell Casey on purpose then?
"Um... let's just say she's someone that we all know... sort of?"
Casey's eyes narrowed on me.
"What does that mean?" she asked, and I took another deep breath in.
"She's Irileth," I explained, and Casey's eyes went wide.
"Are you fucking kidding me? We're harboring
Irileth
in our grove right now?
The
Irileth? Wait- who the fuck else knew about this? Bianca?"
I quickly shook my head.
"I'm probably the only one who figured it out," I lied, and she scoffed.
"And you want us to ask her for help? Irileth? The five hundred-year-old monstrosity?"
"I actually don't think she's quite so monstrous anymore," I explained, and Casey raised an eyebrow at me.
"You what? People don't revert from that. Not even regular humans who resorted to core-vampirism, much less actual monsters. No-one comes back from it!"
"Well... maybe Danica did something? Look, I don't have your company's inside knowledge, but I looked into her core. You did too, didn't you? It's just like ours; just like the baby aufhΓΆcker that's running around here? Her core isn't tainted anymore," I said, and Casey shook her head.
"And we just ignore the five hundred years of terror that she spread from her domain? How many monstrosities do you think she created in that time, huh? How many minions? And how many people do you think they ate? You know she definitely ate too, right? Ate
people
? Not just their essence, but their flesh?"
I let out a sigh.
"I get it, I do. I'm just not sure that the monster that you're talking about is the same person in there," I said, gesturing to the tree that we'd designated for medical treatment, and Casey sighed.
"Let's say for a second that she isn't... why would she even help us?"
"For the same reason that she's stuck around," I said. "I think she needs us. Or, me, rather."
"You?" she asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah. I don't think she can track Danica on her own, and I'm one of the only people who she interacted with while she was here. So, Aletta probably views me as the only link to Danica she has left."
Casey shook her head.
"This is crazy, Nate. Even with a damaged core, she's completely uncontrollable! What's to stop her from going off and... 'fixing' her own core?"
"About that," I replied, letting the words hang a little, and Casey stared at me.
"What?" she asked, and I bit my lip, as I knew how Casey was probably going to react to what I was about to suggest.
"I'm actually not opposed to giving her a child," I said, and Casey's mouth fell open.
"Are you kidding me? You
want
to fix her core? The core of a
monster
who was able to subjugate a monstrosity like Hans? A monster who apparently even Danica, a five-hundred-year-old superhuman was unable to kill? Are you fucking
insane
?"
"Maybe, but... can you really deny how useful she'd be to us if she were on our side? I'd say in her current state, a child would be a pretty solid way of endearing us to her."
Casey turned to Francesca.
"You're gonna say nothing?" she asked. "Do you realize what he's suggesting?"
Francesca shrugged.
"She did fix his arm," Francesca said, and as Casey stared at her incredulously.
"And that means she's suddenly good?"
"No, but it doesn't mean nothing. Maybe she has her own agenda, but can you really deny how useful she could be? You saw her skills yourself. The kind of training she could offer might actually be the edge we need. Or do you want Nate to just walk over to Ethan and hand his head to him on a platter?" Francesca reasoned.
Casey was staring at her.
"No, I don't; but-"
"Hold on- could you give us a sec?" I asked Francesca, and the girl nodded, moving off to rejoin the training group.
Casey's face was red with anger and close to tears, but as I pulled her along with me to the grove tree with our rooms she followed wordlessly until we were in my room.
"Look, Nate-" she began, but I cut her off by pulling the door shut, and closing the space between me and the door.
She shifted uncomfortably, biting her lip, but continuing nonetheless:
"Please don't go to fight him. This group needs you, Nate. I need you. Please..."
I shook my head.
"You know I can't do that."
"Nate..."