Forty-Three
“Griffin Gifted rebels,” Councilor Ashlow shouts in a magically magnified voice, “we know you’re hiding here watching us. We know that Dash Blackhallow has been working with you. And if you don’t hand yourselves over to us now, we will kill him.”
I clap one hand over my mouth. Calla’s grip on my shoulder tightens.
“You have two minutes,” Councilor Ashlow adds. “Then we will carry out the execution.”
“How can they do that?” I demand in a low voice. “Surely that’s against the law, even for people who make the laws.”
“They’re desperate,” Calla says darkly. “They’re so afraid of us that it seems they’ll do anything these days to apprehend us.” She pulls her head back behind the monument, adding, “Chase needs to be here.” She retrieves her amber and stylus, scribbles a few word
