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“We stop here,” he says stiffly. “And things will go easier for you if don’t fight it.”
“Fightit? What are you—”
Kinnivar makes a little sign with his hand. The three big guards close in on me, forming a cage of bodies that I can’t possibly hope to escape.
I know what’s going to happen next. I can sense the terrible resolve of these men. I glare at Kinnivar, who’s standing behind one of the guards. “I don’t know what you think you’re trying to do here, but when he finds out what’s happened here, Corvan’s going to kill you.”
Kinnivar just laughs, long and hard. For some reason, he finds my statementsoamusing.
I step forward, trying to force my way through the guards, but it’s futile. Big hands clamp around my arms. I strain against his grip, but the man’s impossibly strong.
“Stop, or I’ll break your wrists,” the guard growls.
I go still.
My arms are yanked behind my back.
Irons are clamped around my wrists. The shackles are wide and cold, and the feeling of metal against my bare skin makes me slightly nauseous.
A thought occurs to me. He’s far away, but with his vampiric hearing, Corvan might be able to detect my voice.
“Corvan!” I scream at the top of my lungs.“Help me! They—”
A big hand clamps over my mouth. I bite down. He tastes of salt and bitterness. His hand smells like blade-oil. I nearly retch.
My teeth don’t even break his skin.
They stuff my mouth with foul-tasting rags and tie a strip of cloth across my face to prevent me from crying out.
I can only hope that Corvan heard me.
I can only hope he’s going to destroy these bastards.
I’ve never wished for someone’s death before—not even my father—but now I pray that he kills them all.
Especially Kinnivar. That traitorous bastard.
Anger burns inside me as I think about the way Kinnivar’s betrayed him. His ownman, supposedly loyal, has turned around and is taking me to Goddess-knows-where.
Every fiber of my being wants to fight them, but I force myself to be still. I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing my distress.
I don’t want to give them any reason to hurt me.
One of the guards pushes me in the back. “Walk,” he grunts.
My arms are secured so firmly they feel like they’re about to be pulled out of their sockets. The rope bindings are uncomfortably tight, putting pressure on my arms through the thick fabric of my jacket.
Where are they taking me?
A dozen possibilities flit through my mind. Is Kinnivar working for one of Corvan’s enemies? Someone in the capital? Corvan had hinted there were people who didn’t want us to marry.
Do they know about my potential?
Do these men want to take me as a hostage, to use me to extract something from Corvan? Or do they want to manipulate my powers?
I trudge forward, acutely aware of the threatening presences behind me.
The floor slopes downwards. We’re going deeper underground.
