Chapter 40

Before anything else could be said, a gong sounded.

“Death comes knocking,” King whispered, and curled in on himself, as if by making himself as small as possible, he might pass unnoticed.

“Is it the robed people?” Fox asked.

A door appeared in the sitting room, and it opened by itself.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” a gloating voice hissed through the room. “Two rats in a cage, is what it looks like.”

“Well said, Cat. Well said.”

Two men in robes glided into the room. Fox found himself wishing with all of his willpower that he could hurt them somehow, was able to lash out in a way that would harm them, make them pay for what they had done, what they were still doing to all of them.

“It’s no use,” King said. “I tried that already. Didn’t work.”

“Good advice, Rat King,” the Cat said, cackling. “You’re powerless here. Rats.”

“Where shall we start, Cat?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Reaper. I’m looking forward to this, so we can start anywhere you like.”