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Griffen was waiting for me in the basement, the nicer term for what this was. We had another holding cell outside the packhouse, but I liked to know where my special prisoners were.
“Where’s Holden?” I asked, taking off my suit and changing into a white shirt and pants. I found it helped when the prisoners could see how much blood and gore they were spilling on me.
“Glaring at the prisoner.” He shook his head. “He’s being guarded, but Holden won’t take his eyes off him; he didn’t even go up to see Cali and Loreli. I think he's worried if he looks away, the guy will disappear.”
“Cali did say that he just appeared out of nowhere,” I mentioned.
“Doesn’t change the fact that Holden staring at him wouldn't stop him if he were some kind of warlock.”
“I don't want to hear you
