Chapter  345

SILVIA The arguing had been going on for at least twenty minutes now, and honestly, it was getting tedious. Jerome and his coalition of revenge--seekers were having what could only be described as a complete breakdown in the room just beyond our cell. We couldn't see them----they'd moved out of camera range after ending the video call with Xenois----but we could certainly hear them. "You made us look like fools!" someone shouted. I thought it might be the female nightwalker with white hair----Elena, I'd heard someone call her. "We had them on camera, had their son watching, and instead of making demands, you let two elderly prisoners mock you for ten minutes!" "I didn't *let* them do anything," Jerome snarled back. "They're uncontrollable. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to intimidate people who genuinely don't care if they die?" "That's exactly the problem!" another voice chimed in----one of the werewitches, male, with an accent I couldn't quite place. "Your entire plan was b