CHAPTER EIGHT
“Just you or all of us?” Sylvia wondered.
Will swept his eyes over our cell. “I will request clemency for you from the king, but I can’t guarantee a favorable reply.”
“You think we’ll get to see him soon?” I asked him.
He smiled down at me. “You forget that we have a very vocal supporter outside these walls. Alisa has never shied away from making her opinion known, even to the king.”
I snorted. “You raised her to be something else, didn’t you?”
He chuckled. “I tried.” A pensive expression slipped onto his face. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling and studied the structure. “However, should she prove no match for the king’s stubbornness then there we may have to handle the escape ourselves.”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to get out of here with magic?” Syl
