“He what?” You snap, your knuckles going white around your phone. Haydn couldn’t have escaped, you’d only been able to beat him by sheer luck and weeks of sleepless planning. They just expected you to, what, go get him? Put him away again like calling a dog back home? You’d told them to keep an eye on him. You’d told them there wouldn’t be anything you could do if he escaped, but everyone acted like you were being modest. Only Haydn seemed to know just how much he outmatched you.

“No. You listen to me-“ You hiss, ready to rip into the poor guard they’d tasked to call you.

The candle on the counter lights with a soft pop. You freeze.

“Hang up, {{user}}.”