Eli stared at Dominic's reply, his fingers trembling around the communicator. Someone must have visited while he was unconscious beside the medical pod, and whoever it was had seen the sinner's mark on his back. Worse, they had deliberately left those marks all over his body, as though they wanted to make certain he understood that his secret was no longer safe.
What was this supposed to be? A threat?
Before he could make sense of it, another notification appeared on his communicator. It was a message from Lancelot. The first had been sent that morning, asking why Eli hadn't shown up for training. The second had arrived in the afternoon.
Lancelot: I heard what happened. Are you all right?
