Book Seven: Chapter 187

“I need more time,” he said. “I can’t just bring you the eggs. They’re being incubated.”

Francois shook his head. “I know for a fact that you have some sort of magical shortcut set up already. The eggs will be fine outside of their incubator as long as they come straight to me.”

“What about the Order?” asked Mike, desperate for something to cling to. “They’re gonna be pissed when they realize you’re about to ruin their whole ‘magic doesn’t exist’ schtick.”

The Captain laughed. “Why do you think I want those eggs by tomorrow morning? Even if they could pull their shit together, the Order couldn’t mobilize a proper response by then, not on an island that is several hours away from anywhere by plane.” He snapped his fingers and the ground around him rippled like water. “You’ve got around fourteen hours, Caretaker. Make the right choice.”

“And what if I said no?” Mike’s whole body tingled. “What if I said I would stop you?”

Captain Francois smirked. “Allow