“I’ll be alright. Just need some time.”
Night nodded, like that all made perfect sense.
“What’s happening with your arm?” I asked. What the fuck did I have to lose?
Aziza immediately barked at Baz, “You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“No.”
“Fuck. Good. At least you’re still thinking with your head.”
“I’m always thinking with my head, Zi.”
“Not everyone thinks with the right one.” As if that had reminded her, Aziza’s eyes widened. “Lev. We have to get to them. We thought … well, seems it was true, then … the shadows were herding us this way.”
“It was weird,” Night said.
“It really was,” Edwidge said with a cringe.
If the shadows were an extension of Mauldrene, then I suspected the same force had delivered Baz and me back here.
“We have to hurry,” Edwidge said. “Terencia called for Rishaq.”
“Rishaq?” Baz said.
“Unfortunately,” Aziza said.
“Fuck.”
“My thought, too,” Night said.
“Also, the nobles are a problem,” Edwidge said.
“A loud one,” Night said.
“And now they’ll all know who Soravelle is,” Baz said.
“Only if they’ve read their history,” I said.
“Everyone’s heard of you.”
I grimaced. “Great. Then they’ll know.”
“We can’t have that.”
“No, we can’t.” I held up the arm with the rope. “So unbind me.”
“No. But I can put you inside me.”
He grinned.
I didn’t. “You’re supposed to go inside me, not the other way around.”
Aziza snorted. “Maybe I can learn to like the bitch after all.”
I went to glare at her, but her smirk was spot-on and unexpectedly delightful.
I chuckled then covered my mouth as if I’d accidentally let slip a belch. “It’s Mauldrene’s guts. They got to me.”
