They were at it again, Vicker thought, leaning his head against the wall. He sat on the floor in the basement. Lordic emptied out the basement of the werewolves they had there and left him there. Empty beds lined up one side of the basement. The smell of stale blood lingered in the air. Vicker not to breathe it in.
He tried to teleport out of there, but he couldn’t. Lordic must have put some magic charms around the room to prevent him from teleporting.
Vicker should have killed the bastard. He regretted not finishing him off.
He'd get him soon enough, Vicker thought.
He clenched his jaw as Maximus and his elders started their brainwashing again. This time they pushed into his mind without thought. Vicker groaned, pushing them out. He’d been doing that since the time they started –
