Chance stepped directly in front of Alex this time, only feet of space between them. “You are going to be our prisoner, Alex. Let’s make that clear.” Then he rushed at Alex, not even drawing his sword.
“Chance!” Daphne protested.
Several of us hastened forward, but it was needless. Alex swung out with his weapon instinctively, but Chance dove into a forward roll beneath it. He landed crouched at Alex’s feet. In half a second he snapped the fingers on his right hand and touched Alex’s shoe.
Gold instantly spread up Alex’s leg and consumed every inch of his body. I was familiar with Chance’s ability to turn things to solid gold by snapping his fingers and touching them—a perk of being the grandson of King Midas—but I had never seen him do it to a person before. In two seconds, Alex became
