“I’ll make this easy for you, Faustus,” I growled. “I’m going to ask some very simple questions. If you don’t answer them, my lovely colleague will remove your lungs and make balloon animals out of them.” Faustus looked more confused than scared, which was not the response I’d been going for. Maybe the balloon animal bit had undermined the threat. Lienna, on the other hand, looked more alarmed than I’d expected. Oh, yeah. Balloon animals … clowns. My bad.

