Chapter Eight
To the right or to the left
“Can I help you?” Baxley asked, staring at me with annoyance etched across his face. The other two Dark Ones completely ignored me. They were probably here to witness the interview.
“I need to know what you’re planning to do with this human?” I snapped, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. Idris wasn’t paying much attention to me. He was staring down at the paperwork, and heat began embracing my body. This room felt claustrophobic, or maybe it was just me. I didn’t want to feel this sudden tidal wave of emotions.
“And, just who the hell are you?” Baxley barked back. It was another pointless question, but I was ready to play along.
“I’m from Human Affairs, and I know you have been keeping this human locked up for far too long,
