I flick his hand off me and cross my arms. “Fine. Take all my fun away.”
Kyzen takes the place I was in and Vulius’s sniffling subsides significantly. “Today, our Binder was drugged. The powder that was found near where she was taken, Riven claims it’s yours. Where were you two hours ago?”
“I…it wasn’t me. I haven’t left my tower in, I don’t know how long now. Days, maybe.”
“Then you made it for someone.”
“I don’t even know what it is.”
“It’s your special sleep-paralysis powder.”
“Sleep-paralysis? And you tasted it?” Amick asks.
“I’m immune.”
I don’t go into further detail.
It’s none of their business.
Just mine and my songs in my head.
Vullie’s eyes widen scrumptiously, and I smile right back.
“Don’t you dare lie. If you want to live past today, you’ll be honest.”
“I recall making it recently, but I don’t know for who. You know I eat the heart of a Memogia after dealings with one-off clients.”
I wave my hand at the taurnshit. “Yes, I’m aware you eat that vile plant. Amick, under that third floorboard over there, he hides a journal he keeps his records in prior to altering his memories.”
“How didyou—”
I call my chaos forward and stitch his lips together. They aren’t truly stitched, but they’ll feel real and keep him quiet for the time being.
“Riven, you visit him a lot.” Amick scowls over his shoulder at me. I shrug with a mischievous grin on my face.
I am a frequent customer.
Never know when you need to blow something up or poison someone.
“Kyzen, your assistance,” Amick rummages through drawers, looking for something, and I take myself shopping while they do whatever they’re doing.
Muffled shrills fall from poor Vullie’s sealed lips as Creed snatches him up by his collar and holds on to him like he might run.
He wouldn’t. We should be more worried about him tossing some funky mixture at us that has us morphing into critters or some shit.
“Ahh, Vulius, dear pal, what’s this pretty purple vial? I haven’t seen this one.”
He shakes like a leaf as he turns his head to me. He attempts to mumble, and I laugh.
“Sorry, forgot you couldn’t talk.”
He takes a deep breath as I remove the stitches. “Extra strength love tonic. Its base is purple angel orchids. It helps enhance a deeper connection between you and your lover. Not my usual brew, but I have some clientele that’s struggling in…certain areas of their relationship.”
Creed sneers at him like he’s afraid he’s about to love bomb him.
Freaky. I like it.
I’ll just slip that into my pocket.
