Chapter 447: Bullies

My imminent death should have given me more concern than it did. If only I could die. These schmucks were obviously totally unaware. Turned out Belaisle's files weren't quite as accurate as he thought they were.

Creep.

The pair guided me toward the back of the house, near where we'd entered in the first place. I needed to figure out a way to break free of their magic, only able to use wishful thinking they might slip up and take me outside.

Even they weren't that stupid. Or arrogant. Or any combination of the two.

Was still worth hoping though.

Instead, they led me into the large, stainless-steel kitchen and toward what had to be the basement door.

"How you want to run this?" Bruno, had to be. The big lug-like sorcerer goon's voice made me shiver, my head still so heavy my eyes were forced to observe the floor under me as they half-carried me along between them.