Fin was the first to break free of his cuffs.
The silver had melted from his wrists, running down to the floor like water, but he didn’t move. He stayed on his knees, head bowed, hands positioned as if the chains still bound him. His eyes flicked to Aeron across the room, and something passed between them.
They were both thinking the same thing.
Hyran voiced it before either of them could.
Hyran: Serena, what is the plan?
His mindlink crackled through her consciousness. Whatever she had done with the pink magic had restored their ability to communicate.
There was no plan. There had never been a plan.
Elara answered him for Serena, whose ability to lie, think tactically, and maintain a believable expression operated on a strict one-at-a-time basis. She was already using all available resources.
Elara: Stay down and pretend to still be bound.
Serena kept her eyes fixed on the High General.
"Where are the Drakenfell King and Prince being held?"
The High General’s smile didn’t waver. "The capital."
Not here. They weren’t here. Tiberon and Dex were somewhere else entirely, and she had no way to reach them. One problem at a time.
"Bring the others to this throne room," she commanded. "Unharmed."
"No. I don’t take orders from prisoners." He spread his arms. "You want your people? Come take them."
"The last person who tried to stop me came up a little short." She paused, giving him a warm smile she absolutely did not feel. "About a neck’s length, actually."
She took a step forward. Very stupid, but she really needed to make her words punch.
"Your wards failed. Your blade is in my hand. And I walked past your army of forty thousand, straight through your front doors."
"Bring them to me. Or I will walk through every corridor in this fortress and collect them myself."
He studied her, then started to laugh.
She couldn’t blame him. She’d been workshopping the villain speech in her head for about four seconds, and it sounded a lot better before she said it out loud.
She took a steadying breath, really not wanting to do this. Mainly, she didn’t want to accidentally kill anyone if she could avoid it. But also, she’d never practiced this. There was a good chance that would show and he’d start laughing harder.
A dagger formed in her free hand and without breaking eye contact with the High General, she threw it to the side.
His laughter faltered.
A blood-curdling scream of agony echoed through the throne room, and Serena’s insides churned. Gods, she really hated this. Shooting an arrow from a distance was one thing. Actually hurting someone up close was awful.
She glanced at the guard to see the dagger had gone through his hand, pinning it to the stone wall behind him.
She fabricated a second dagger for herself, and a matching one in Elara’s free hand. She threw hers toward the right side of the throne. It hit a guard in the shoulder.
Aeron: Did that actually work?


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