“G – good lord,” Percy mumbled. His legs tingled to the point he wasn’t sure if he could stand. “I – if I’m to b – b – believe this, then why was sh – shuh – she kidnapped?”
“Percy, if Unsound’s editor is asking for you to write him a new story, he isn’t simply asking. He’s demanding it.”
“Y – yuh – you mean a t – t – top five s – selling author is b – b – being held hostage because she wuh – wuh – wouldn’t re – revise a s – story?”
I’ll take my payment in flesh.
Jillian returned to her seat. “This guy—this editor—he’s got the horror publishing industry by the balls.” She leaned over the desk to stress what she next said. “Percy, you’ve got to write him a story, and make it your best effort. If you don’t, bad things are coming to you and possibly the people closest to you. If I’m being
