“I’m cool.” Regent shifted the position of his stool a half-foot to his left, so he could lean back against the corner of the refrigerator. He brought one of his feet up onto the seat of the stool and rested his chin on his knee.
But Sophia isn’t gonna be, in a bit.
“Just as long as you’re sure,” Grue spoke. “How long?”
Regent glanced at Grue, then looked to Shadow Stalker, “Depends on her. Could be fifteen minutes, could be three hours.”
So what exactly do they want from her? To renounce the Wards and go to jail?
I doubt it’s information. Tattletale’s power gives her loads on that front. Sure there could be some tidbits they need to know that her power won’t tell her, but kidnapping and torturing a Ward seems a bit much for that.
Shadow Stalker grunted, long and loud.
Grue began ushering us out of the room, and we obeyed, except for Imp, who seemed to need a little bit of an extra nudge – Grue blocked her view of Regent and our captive with his body and put a hand on her shoulder to push her toward the door.
I guess she might want to watch? I suppose a fascination with dark/macabre things such as torture fits with her aesthetic too.
Following, I cast a backward look over my shoulder, saw Shadow Stalker’s arm twitch. She winced, mumbled a swear word around her gag.
Yeah… it begins.
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