Book Seven: Chapter 181

The knight sneered at him, but looked up to see that the guards were now standing outside the door with their weapons raised. Reluctantly, she handed over the syringe.

“Today’s lesson is about departmental cooperation. The Order hired the SoS to capture these children and contain them. The SoS hired me to be in charge of containment. So really, who’s in charge of whom?” Cyrus moved toward Callisto, who was glaring at everyone. “Is it the woman who has her head so far up the Director’s ass that she can taste his lunch? The same person who fell apart after one scary encounter with a fucking child’s toy? Arm, please.”

Callisto reluctantly lifted his arm. Cyrus tucked his wand into a pocket, then leaned forward to block everybody’s view, including the camera’s.

“You’ll feel a pinch,” he said as he palmed a pair of blood-filled vials from his pocket. “I’m pretty bad at this.”

Cyrus jabbed at Callisto with the needle, but didn’t break the skin. The centaur cried ou