Chapter 19Keir
“There is proof we all existed without slavery,” Cord explained, trying to break through the rock wall. He had explained why he was whipped and why the fairies were considering a revolution.
“Wren needs to be cornered. Push him through the mirror if you cannot kill him,” Ophelia advised.
They were using their hands to claw at the walls and were making little progress. Cord had begun elbowing the wall, his thick muscles gleaming with sweat and blood. Keir had to stop to heal Cord often, grabbing his arms in his hands and squeezing.
“Give us something heavy, please,” Keir asked Ophelia.
Ophelia summoned large hammers that Cord and Keir used to bash against the walls. Fleur could be dead. The battle could be over for all Keir knew.
“It’s falling,” Keir exclaimed, pushing
