“Well, that makes it so much better.” Cameron rested his head on Jason’s shoulder and yawned. “How do we stop it?”
Reid leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. “There’s always the option of sealing Sonny boy back up. It’s comparatively easy, and you won’t have to worry about anything happening for another couple centuries.”
“Except the son of a b***h was reaching out to anyone with any kind of an axe to grind that entire time,” Cameron pointed out. “That’s not exactly safe; that’s more like toxic waste seeping into the town well.”
Jason shuddered. It felt kind of nice, even with all of the pain Cameron was in. “You sure you want to stick with the art gig? Because you’ve sure got a way with words.”
“It’s one option.” Reid held up his hands. “There’s another option where we release Son
