Eira's POV
The basement of the meatpacking plant smelled like copper and old grease. The single overhead bulb flickered, casting long, jittery shadows across the concrete.
Titus’s accountant wasn’t a monster. He was a goblin named Vex, wearing a pinstripe vest that strained against his gut and half-moon spectacles perched on a warty nose. He sat behind a folding table that looked entirely too small for him, tapping a yellowed fingernail against the metal surface.
Art stepped forward and set the stasis jar down with a heavy thud. The preserved monster head floated in the murky, preserving liquid, its red eyes clouded over.
Vex leaned in, his breath wheezing. He tapped the glass. "Eye's cloudy," he croaked, his voice sounding like gravel in a blender. "Dragon took a while to bring it i
