~Tamir’s PoV~
The silver in my chains makes me weaker the longer it stays close to me. It’s probably been about fifteen hours since they first put the shackles on me, so even though I struggle against the men holding me as hard as I’ve ever fought against anything, it’s no use. I’m too weak and there are too many of them. They’re going to take Jenetta away from me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
And then… Baz shows up.
At first, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. The door to the courtroom slams open and my right-hand-man comes strolling in, deep in the heart of Eastern Moon territory and wielding a large silver dagger, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
It must be a hallucination.
Except that the people around me see him too. They gasp and someone in
