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?"
