“Throw him in the pond?” Jade laughed.
“I stuffed his head in horseshit once,” said Roarke, a quiet dragon with blue eyes so light they almost looked white. It was the first time I’d ever heard him speak. “He told me my pants made it look like I had two asses.”
Half the people in the cells laughed.
“Was that a lady’s maid with him?” a woman asked—I couldn’t see who’d said it.
“The one who likes a little snap and sizzle?” Vemar grinned. “We’ve seen people grab the whip, we’ve seen people dodge the whip, and we’ve seen people take the whipping—but enjoying it? That’s a first.”
“Who is that?” Micah asked, and everyone quieted down.
I hadn’t taken my eyes off Hannon, but I didn’t need to look at Micah to know he was asking about my brother.
“Why are you here?” I asked Hannon, still crying, damn it. Still so happy and scared and mad. “Why did you come? How did you come? What’s going on in the kingdom? Are the kids okay—”
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together, trying to stop all the questions from gushing out, to stop the mad desire to ask Vemar to get me out of my cell so I could go to Hannon.
Hannon smiled at me disarmingly. “Hadriel mapped out the portals. They are pretty easy to get through, and there wasn’t much waiting for us on the other side.”
“They weren’t easy to get through back in the day,” Tamara said. “We were transported through there, and it felt like the magic was ripping my skin off. We lost a couple people who couldn’t handle it.”
“The demons peeled the magic back when my lot came through,” Lucille said. “They put it back up afterward. We didn’t lose anyone then. The sickness has taken them since, though. Those who weren’t in court when the curse struck.”
“The sickness…or the officers,” another said, his tone solemn. Lucille nodded.
“They aren’t magical anymore,” Hannon said, glancing down the way. “At least, not in a way that matters. We went through no problem. There were three workers on the other side, and we could’ve easily killed them if we’d wanted to.”
“Then why didn’t you?” someone asked. I was thinking the same thing.
Hannon shook his head slowly. “We never could’ve gotten to this island without a boat, and their boats are demon-run. They need their sort of magic to work.”
“So even if we break out of here, we have no way to get across the sea?” Tamara asked, a growl in her voice.
“I know how the boats operate,” Hannon replied. “Mostly. I just need a demon’s magic at the helm. I can get us across the sea if someone can force a demon. And if we can get out of here, of course.”
A shocked silence rang through the dungeon. No one so much as rustled their shreds of clothes or crinkled their straw.
Then: “But who is he, Strange Lady?”
I huffed out a laugh. “He’s my brother, and he’s apparently come to play hero.”
“But Finley…” Hannon’s face was tense. “Nyfain—the prince…” His eyes flicked to the side. Apparently he didn’t want to sound overly familiar with Nyfain’s subjects in the room. Something that probably should’ve occurred to me and never had. Not like I would’ve changed. “He can’t handle what you’re going through. Hadriel said it’s breaking him down. He can handle pain, but he can’t handle you in pain. It’s breaking us all down, truthfully. He’s given Hadriel three months, and then he plans to trade himself for you. For his kingdom.”
A stab of fear hit my heart. That explained the impatience I was feeling through the bond. I’d figured he would do something foolish, and that was about as foolish as he could get.
“Well then,” I said, a newfound determination steeling within me. “We better hope Hadriel can network.”
“Our hope is in the hands of a stable hand?” Lucille said before thunking her head forward against the bars.
I grinned. “Not a stable hand, no. The most mediocre butler you’ll ever meet.”
I turned my back on everyone and unfolded the note with shaking hands.
My dearest Finley,
It’s hard to know what to say.
I miss you.
I love you.
I think of you always, especially when I sit on that little hill in the wood and watch the sunrise. Or when I crawl under the bedsheets in our tower room. Or when I work the everlass fields. Your absence is a gaping hole within me, a hollow that I could bear if you were free, living your life in peace. One I struggle with because I know you are in pain.