Chapter 292: Lazarus The NIght Walker

XENOIS The man----the nightwalker----looked like he wanted to argue but couldn't quite find the words to refute that logic.   "My name is Lazarus," he said instead, drawing himself up with as much dignity as he could manage while trapped in a cage of light. "I am over five hundred years old, a nightwalker of the old blood, and I swear on the darkness itself that I will have my revenge on all of you for this humiliation."   "Lazarus," Riley repeated, his head tilting slightly. "You weren't at Facility Seven. I've never seen you before. Which means you're from a different facility. Facility Nine, maybe? Or Twelve?"   I saw Lazarus's expression flicker----just for a moment, but enough to confirm Riley's guess was close to accurate.   "And you got outsmarted by a five--year--old," Lake added, grinning.   "That's going to be really embarrassing when word gets out. Assuming anyone from your facility is still alive to care about your reputation."   Lazarus lunged at the bars of the cell, his