Chapter 5 – best laid plans
He had places to be. The kitchen, then the hallway. He wasn't thrilled about being alone in the bathroom with the brothers, but that was his job. A different room each day.
Merrylegs rubbed at his eyes. His head hurt.
The voice slithered around inside his head. You're mine now.
Everything went murky yellow.
The little elf whimpered. Then he was gone forever.
Azazel smiled. It was time to collect his prizes.
He heard a sound at his back. A burlap bag dropped down around him. Total darkness.
He wouldn't have to hunt the brothers down.
They came to him.