I can only stare at him, incredulous. “Is that what they told you? They stabbed Baelenin the backwhile he was in the simulation unable to defend himself. If you don’t believe me, the cuts in his armor prove it.”
A sharp clapping at the edge of the clearing interrupts us. Priscilla steps into the light. “What pretty lies you tell, Marbella.”
By the time I spin back to Grayson, he’s wearing the mask over his emotions again, expressionless, blank. As I search for any sign that he heard what I said, I’m disappointed. Behind the mask is distrust. He doesn’t believe me.
Priscilla smirks as she wraps her manicured fingers around his bicep. I’d give anything to smash that smile right off her face. My power might not have any effect on Grayson, but it would sure sting this female.To hell with nice, Marbella.I grit my teeth, narrow my eyes, and harness my strength, intending to douse her in cold air and freeze that stupid smile on her face. Grayson anticipates me and an invisible shield shoots up between her and me. It’s imperceptible—I sense it instead of see it—and Priscilla doesn’t seem aware of it. My gaze flickers to Grayson’s, meeting his silent warning glare.
Completely oblivious, Priscilla keeps speaking. “Well, I hate to break up this little heart to heart but we have a situation we need to deal with. Grayson, if you don’t mind, our little princess needs to go back to her cage.”
Her fingers play down his forearm as she releases him so he can deal with me. He latches hold of me, gripping my shoulders, his hard gaze clashing with mine. The world spins as he transports me back to the bedroom in an instant. The way he dumps me on the floor when we arrive tells me he’s done talking to me.
Even so, before he returns to Priscilla, he asks me one thing: “Will you stay here while I’m gone or will war start tomorrow?” He looms over me. “Remember that no matter where you go, I will bring you back to me.”
“I’ll stay,” I say, not entirely sure if I’m going to keep my word.
He says, “In case you change your mind, you should know that it takes ten minutes to run to the edge of the cloaked area. You won’t make it to the outside world before I get back.”
In other words, I should say goodbye to any thoughts of at least getting a message out about my location.
I glare at him. “I said that I’ll stay.”
He gives me a single nod and then disappears before my eyes. He told me that every natural-born sorcerer has a particular strength. His might be killing at a single touch, but his ability to travel from one place to another in the blink of an eye is dizzying. Even Baelen can’t travel that fast. I certainly can’t. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.
