Mrs. Rosemary's advice echoed through Rook's head.
Watch your tongue.
Well, he might be in a lot of trouble, but it was still probably better than risking dream-manipulation again. After what had happened last time... no, he would not put himself in that position again. He glanced over at Jack. Hopefully, the five of them would be able to do what needed to be done. Enzo seemed to keep slipping through their fingers.
His rigid hands flexed, and his chequered mantle flared as he imagined what he would do to the instigators of this... cattle trade... once he got hold of them.
Let them pick on someone their own size, for once.