“You think?” Nyktos snapped. Ector cringed. “Sorry?” “You’re cleaning up this mess,” Nyktos directed Ector then led me from the chamber. “Gladly,” Ector remarked. “I think I’m going to need a bucket and a mop. Possibly a broom…” He trailed off under the Primal’s glare. “Or I could just use some towels and stuff.”
