So much to learn?
The words echoed in Lancet's mind as if Spectra had spoken them directly into the center of his skull. For a moment, he simply stared at her.
No. That was not quite right.
He stared at the fact that she had said it at all.
Him? He should have been offended. Annoyed. Maybe even outraged enough to laugh in disbelief. Lancet had read Awakener Supreme twenty times. Twenty.
He knew this world's politics, its power structure, its hidden names, its early outcomes, its late outcomes, its side characters, its secret consequences. What on earth was Spectra, a character he had made himself, trying to tell him?
He knew everything about this place.
Lancet's brows fell. Or did he?
Did he truly know everything? Because the thing was, the original author was still writing the novel before Lancet found himself trapped in it.
