The guards dragged them through the dark corridors of the Council building.
Kael's hands were bound behind his back. His mask had been ripped off. His face was exposed. The guards had seen him. They knew who he was. The Ghost Tamer. The champion. The rebel. It did not matter now. He was just another prisoner.
Mira was beside him. Her face was bruised. She had fought back when they grabbed her. She had not gone quietly. But there were too many of them. She could not fight them all.
Seraphine was on his other side. She was not bound. They did not dare touch her. She was still the daughter of a Council member. But she was walking with her head down. Her face was pale. Her eyes were filled with shame.
Kael looked at her. He did not blame her. She had tried to help them. She had risked ever
