There were few people on the roads at this time, and Vas wound down the window as we arrived at the tower, sticking his head out to chat with one of the demons guarding the garage entrance. The door rolled open and Vas pulled in, parking near the elevator.

Being tied up and stuffed in his own tiny trunk had clearly dampened Clint’s fury, and it had shifted to pure terror. I pulled out the box we’d thrown in next to him and opened it. Samael’s mom’s bracelet glinted at me, and I slipped it into my pocket.

Clint let out a strangled shriek behind his gag.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you think you’d be brought to the tower and we’d let you walk away?” I snorted and he fell silent as Vas pulled him from the trunk.

I’d always known Samael had cells beneath his tower, but I’d never checked them out. His dungeon wasn’t unlike the Mage Council’s basement, with a long corridor lined with cells stretching out before us as the elevator doors opened. Unlike the Mage Council, however, there was no one to check the prisoners in— just cells and interrogation rooms waiting. And the corridors here were more than wide enough for wings— three high demons could likely walk side-by-side.

Vas pushed Clint down the hall. He shrieked, putting up a fight, and Vas merely wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him along as if he weighed nothing. He stopped at the sixth door on the left and raised his hand, breaking the ward. I pushed the door open, revealing an empty room which held nothing but a steel chair. The floor angled down toward the back of the room, where a gutter waited for any… fluids that would need to be collected.

As far as interrogation rooms went, it was creepy. Vas grinned at me.

“Even Danica doesn’t like this place,” he told Clint. “You should probably just tell us what we want to know.”

I shot Vas a look and untied Clint’s gag. Vas strapped him into the steel chair, and I closed the door as he began to scream.

He didn’t bother with threats. Being stuffed in his own car and dragged into the tower cells had obviously done a number on his tough-guy image. He went straight into begging.

“Please, please don’t kill me. You got the bracelet, just let me go and I’ll never sell anything related to the demons again, I swear.”

He didn’t bother begging Vas. He kept his eyes on me. I rolled my eyes. This type of asshole always thought women were the ones with soft hearts. He should’ve known better.

Clint flinched at whatever he saw on my face. And then he started crying. His shoulders shook with full-fledged sobs. I rubbed at my temple. Vas wrinkled his nose.