She choked up, and I bit my lip. “Are there others down here? I’m looking for a friend, a shifter, she would have been brought in a few hours before I was. Her name is Sam.”
“There were others. But I haven’t seen anyone for days.” The girl shuddered.
My stomach sank, but I squeezed her hand and forced a smile. “We’re going to get out of here. Do you know your way around this place?”
She started to speak, but at that moment, the door behind us swung open as man in a stained lab coat stepped in. “No one is supposed to check on—”
His eyes widened with shock. I lunged forward and slammed him into the corner wall a couple times before he could react. He crumpled to the floor, crawling in a daze.
Madison kicked him in the jaw, and he flipped over.
“That’s for jabbing me with all those needles,” she hissed, then kicked him in the balls. “And that’s for injecting me with that shit.”
Crap. I hoped that magic inhibitor was the only thing they’d injected me with.
I nodded to Madison. “Let’s tie him down and get some answers.”
She was so drained that she wasn’t much help heaving him up on the table, but for some reason, I felt like I was surging with strength.
“Fates, you’re fast. What are you?” she whispered.
“A sorceress, I think. You?”
“A witch.” Madison secured the arm bands while I ripped off a piece of the man’s shirt and stuffed it in his mouth.
His eyes widened as I sunk my nails into the side of his face. “If you scream, I’ll rip your eyes out. So be quiet and answer our questions. Got it?”
He squirmed, and when he saw it was useless, he nodded.
I slowly removed the gag, ready to shove it back in and knock his lights out if he made a peep. “Who is the asshole running the show?”
“Billy.”
“No. Who’s the sorcerer?”
“I don’t know his name! He just sends us the blood, and I keep people alive for his pets. He doesn’t make them here.”
I growled. “I can smell lies.”
“Then you know I’m telling the truth.” He squeaked as I dug my nails in.
“What are you? Some kind of freaky doctor?”
“I just make the inhibitor. I’m not into the blood sorcery, I swear.”
“Is there an antidote for the inhibitor?”
“Ah…”
I slammed his head against the table.
He groaned. “Check my pocket. Red for inhibitor. Green for stimulant.”
Madison dug around in the pockets of his coat and pulled out five syringes wrapped with a rubber band, three red and two green. “Also, he’s got keys.”
“How do the drugs work?” I asked.
“Just inject it in your arm.”