Fox is mad enough to summon a thunderstorm in a matter of seconds. “My Harbinger and I will not take any jobs until we get our Acolyte back, you cocksucking, bootlicking, fartsniffing asskisser. And when I find my Acolyte, I’m coming for you.” He ends the call and tosses the phone onto the desk. “I may have just revoked your ward,” he explains as he starts gathering all our stuff into a pile.
