The cell was made of cold steel with symbols etched into the walls. Not to keep humans in. To keep things like him in. A supernatural holding cell. Wolfram & Hart’s influence was everywhere.
He’d been processed, fingerprinted (which was useless), and locked up. No lawyer. No phone call. They just left him.
Hours passed. Then the door opened. It wasn’t a guard. It was Lilah Morgan.
She looked at him in the cell like he was a zoo animal. “Comfortable?”
“What do you want, Lilah?”
“To talk. Now that you’re in a listening mood.” She leaned against the bars. “The campaign against you? The articles, the inspector, the arrest? That’s just Phase One. Making you an outsider. Phase Two is offering you a way back in.”
“I’m not joining you.”
“Not us,” Lilah said. “The city. We can make all this
