A pulse throbbing on his jaw, he lifted his hands, but instead of letting Nora undo the spell, he yanked hard.
“Blaéz—don’t!” Darci cried, so sure he’d rip off a hand. Blood flowed again.
Another vicious tug, and a sharp clang ricocheted as the manacles fell apart, plummeting to the ground.
“It broke,” she gasped, eyes wide, struggling to breathe again.
Nora frowned. She picked up the broken cuff and stroked the shattered edges. “The spell here is quite faint, but that’s silly. A rather pointless way to hold an immortal hostage, I’d say.”
Darci’s gaze rushed to Blaéz as he studied the other manacle. “Did you know?”
He gave a terse nod, his jaw rigid. “I sensed the weakness—” He went deathly still, eyes narrowing as he looked at up. “Darci, go to the other end of the basement. Don’t leave there for anything.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Now!” he snapped.
She froze, hurt spreading through her like someone had taken a knife and sliced at her heart. Nora grabbed her arm and sprinted off to the other side, pulling her along. “Another immortal—the brother, I’m sure.”
Darci bit her lip, her gaze flicking to the stairs as another thought burrowed through her mind like a virus, one that had her forgetting her hurt and fear.Oh, no—oh, no!She swallowed hard.
Had Blaéz seen Finnén kiss her? Seen him touch her?
She rapidly searched the gloomy place for the monitor, and at the sight of the CCTV suspended on the wall opposite him, crackling with fuzzy lines from its lost signal, her stomach heaved.No,please... Her gaze rushed to Blaéz, and she found him watching her from where he’d restrained himself again. The dark anger in his eyes—oh, Lord!Of course, he had.
“Nothing happened,” she whispered, dread deepening the chasm in her stomach.Nothing happened.
