Book Seven: Chapter 252

“I suppose I’d better check on my other patient.” He walked into the plantation house and went to one of the bedrooms on the second floor. Inside, Amir was strapped to a chair, his unseeing eyes focused out the window and a gag in his mouth. The Curator popped the gag and crouched down in front of Amir.

“Surgery was a success today. Hopefully Sarah is more careful with this face than the last one.” The Curator paused to lick blood off his fingers, then recoiled at the taste. “I can’t wait to speak with her about the Arachne who did this.”

“My...ly.”

“Indeed.” The Curator sighed and moved to the window. His current situation was hardly dire, but with Legion out running errands for him, he was rather disappointed by the lack of quality conversation. Looking at the woods, he thought on the problem of the Caretaker and how he might resolve it. A frontal assault on the house was suicide, plain and simple. Luring the man out would be possible, but what could possibly dra