Her thick brows rose. “I was joking. Besides, even shifters couldn’t keep a full-blood enchanter imprisoned. It would be easy for him or her to use magic to escape.”
She laid her hand next to an iron bar on the table, and I sensed magic flowing again. The metal turned liquid and flowed over her wrist, re-forming into a shackle and locking itself. A second later, it unformed and returned to its original shape on the table.
“So whoever is in the basement is an ally and being paid?” I asked skeptically. I remembered that telepathic request for help.
“That’s my guess, even if it’s hard to imagine those two with allies. Still, they’ve got all those other cat shifters that visit their place. They must have some mysterious allure that’s unfathomable to me.”
“Maybe it’s their s*x parties.” I g
