Her sympathy for the creature was short lived, however. “I know this guy,” she blurted out as her attention switched to the less mutated part of the face.
“Hmm?” Yuuki swiveled to face her.
“It’s one of the jackasses who took my dad. He works for Moíra. I mean, he did.” Obviously, he’d become just another experiment.
Yuuki covered her mouth with the back of her hand. In a muffled tone, “All of this—happened within a week? All the changes? How is that possible?”
Well, magic for one. But she did have a point. The man looked perfectly normal during her dad’s capture. And who knows how long he remained that way after Dakota was taken. Come to think of it, the dead body in the other room could be his partner, too, by the clothes. Which meant, if they were both here, and so was their vehicle, that her dad could really be in one of these cages, too. Perhaps he might even be alive.