“I’d rather die!” the demon responded without missing a beat.
Whether it was bravado that forced him to reply so forcefully or the fact that he feared Zoltan didn’t matter. His response squashed his offered suggestion of torture. Just as well, because while Zoltan was right that torture wouldn’t work on her, she still wasn’t particularly keen on being at the receiving end of it.
“Anybody else?” Zoltan asked. “Just as I thought. First you destroy my plan, and now you can’t come up with an alternative. Guess I’ll have to do everything myself, just as always.”
“Oh Great One, I’m sure we can devise a new plan,” Tamara said quickly as if wanting to appease her leader.
Before Zoltan could say anything else, the door was ripped open and a demon stormed in. Enya noticed the dog instantly jumping up and looking toward the intruder. It gave her a chance to move as well—closer to the other corner of the room, farther away from the dog.
“What the—”
“Oh Great One, the man guarding the Stealth Guardian was found dead in front of the lead cell.”
Zoltan jumped up amidst the stunned gasps of his subordinates, playing his surprise well. “And the prisoner?”
“Gone!”
Zoltan slammed his fist on the table. “Find her! Damn it, you imbeciles! Find the Stealth Guardian and bring her to me! Now!”
The demons around the table all jumped up, and Enya had to jump out of the way, pressing herself against the wall so nobody would bump into her.
Fuck! They’d found the dead guard too quickly. Now an escape would be doubly difficult and fraught with danger. She could only hope that Zoltan had a few aces up his sleeve.