Tucker paced the corridor just outside of Viscious’s dungeon. Okay, so it wasn’t a dungeon per say, but it sure felt like one. Stone walls and corridors illuminated by torches instead of electric light created dancing shadows that gave the place an ominous feel. Then again, what did he expect from the dark fire king, floral patterns and an open floor plan?
Tucker knew the king wouldn’t be happy to see him. He was supposed to be out doing dark acolyte things, which mainly consisted of finding Marks and trying to persuade them of the benefits of aligning themselves with dark elementals before the light elementals could get their rainbow-colored hooks into them.
It had been a while since he’d been required to hunt because he’d been assigned to Tara Thompson. Viscious had known she would be
