Rupert glared at the black beast in the cage. He couldn’t pull anything from the damned thing. To make things worse, he was running out of otherworldly magic. He could feel it. If he couldn’t siphon from something soon, he would have to risk another rift. Could he truly afford the possible attention right now? Then again, this was the first time anyone had ever interfered. Perhaps he was overthinking this.
His contemplation was interrupted by Smear, returning from interrogation. Her apron was stained with blood. Rupert hoped this wasn’t a bad sign. “Give me an update”
“He’s still being silent,” Smear explained. “Bunny thought we should finish him, but I told him that you hadn’t given that order.”
“I’m glad to see the Mesmer has a tighter hold on you than Chimpo,” Rupert nodded. “Gerard
