“He killed a bunch of technicians too,” Lambert shrugs. “Now they’re scrambling to find people to take on Omicron duty.” The witcher glares at him balefully.

"All that and you’re marked, too. You didn’t tell me any of this shit, by the way. You really are—"

His tirade is interrupted by another shudder of pain, and he sucks in a breath, shutting his eyes until it passes.