“I’m not an i***t, Mary. They’re already dead. And so will your spawn be, pretty f*****g soon, if you can’t figure out a way to get her here. I’m tired of this bullshit, wasting resources to bring her in.”
Ryan didn’t need to hear any more. Mother and uncle, conveniently alone in one room. He ported into the room, one gun in each hand pointed at the occupants. Jacob joined him, not bothering to draw a weapon.
“Who the f**k are you?” John shouted.
“I’m your new nightmare.” He fired the gun, shooting the desk where Mary had been reaching her hand, presumably for a weapon. Using glamour, he made it appear as if his body was growing before their eyes until he towered over them. He produced rope from thin air and spun it around them until they were both secured to their chairs, all without m
