The sewer junction they'd been taken to was home to a village of kobolds.

"Look, I get he's your teacher, but he's not infalli—what in the seven hells is he doing?"

With a sigh, he took off his jacket to keep it free of any blood.

"That . . ." List struggled to find words to adequately convey the mixture of anger and utter befuddlement she was feeling. "That's the worst fucking educational rhyme I've ever heard."

Xigbar didn't know who he was more angry at—the thin-skinned, ham-handed, vindictive idiot who'd just stabbed him in the back, or himself for not seeing this coming.

Valerie felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. Unless he'd lived a prodigiously unlucky life, this was bound to be the worst day of his life.

She had to admit, it was a pretty good secret entrance.

“Sorry to interupt, everyone,” Dr. Arden Lee Siren apologized. “But I’m afraid I can’t abide a lynching in good conscience.”

List’s head snapped toward the jail’s door at the sound of the lock turning.