Chapter 207: Disembodied

Diana "Hello," Sky said into the phone. "I'm so sorry," Karl said exhaustedly. "I can't find Agatha. I don't know where my daughter is. My mate is losing her mind. She said she saw her barely 30 minutes ago. It's since—" "Relax, Karl," Sky said. "She's here." "What?" Karl asked. "You know what, don't worry. I'm on my way." Sky turned to me once he hung up the call. "Well, at least he's not a bad father who didn't notice his daughter was missing," Sky remarked dryly. Just then, Agatha suddenly lifted herself from Sky's embrace and wiggled out of his arms. Her eyes had returned to the same color—white, soulless, as though her original bright green had rolled to the back of her head. She should have been unconscious, I thought to myself as I watched her. "Three for the goddess but not for the moon. Three for death and not for life. Choose wisely who will lead or risk death for all you lead," her mouth opened again in the same embodied voice, as though 100 people were speaking t