"I don't know what you are talking about," Ceres fought to stay calm as he winced in pain. Jacob's claws sunk into his wrist and hovered about his artery as he awaited more information.
"Your magic doesn't work in this dungeon, you know? I had wards placed against it. Magic preventing magic, kind of ironic, isn't it? But wherever you are, magic doesn't work on vampires, does it? But they can compel you, can't they? That's why you are so afraid of him, isn't it?" Jacob gestured with his chin towards Dave, who grinned slyly at his words as he came to stand beside Jacob.
"That's true. I could compel you to do whatever I like. That would be quite fun, actually. Maybe Jacob needs a servant to meet his every need. Would you like to work for a pack of wolves, Ceres? Or maybe you'd like to come
