That should be our ever-present goal. Nothing else matters.” Gerard slammed his fist down on the table, sending several glasses of blood tumbling to the floor. He hit the table again while he studied the face of each high-level demon that surrounded his conference table in the dimly lit meeting room. “We understand how important it is for us to secure Thames’ release,” Lionel, a British born Master demon, replied with a bored expression. “Unfortunately, the Protectors have him in a well hidden location. You had two of them here and they didn’t reveal any useful information before they so easily escaped. Either they don’t know or your guards need lessons in torture.” Lionel purposely pointed out his failures. “The Protectors didn’t know anything. If they knew even one blasted useful thing, believe me they would have talked.” He spat out each word while he jabbed his index finger towards Lionel. Lionel pushed Gerard further.
