“Do they know about the prisoner?” I asked.
“They know he was captured. They haven't been told about the creature, the staircase, or what happened beneath the packhouse.” Callum replied.
“Keep it that way for now. Nobody enters the dungeon until we've secured the area.” Damon ordered.
Callum nodded and headed toward the security station and Damon turned to me.
“You should rest.” Damon said making me stare at him.
“Are you suffering from a head injury?” I asked.
“Probably. You've been throwing things at it for weeks.” He said.
“Then you'll understand why I'm coming to the meeting.” I said.
His mouth tightened, but he didn't argue.
“Stay beside me.” He said.
“I was planning to stand on the ceiling.” I said.
“Wonderful. Perhaps you can investigate the next supernatural catastrophe
