“Good day,” offered Knight. “I need you to get the cuffs off her wrists.” The man stared at me expectantly until I roused from my daze and lifted my wrists to expose the cuffs. They weren’t thick, just solid enough to require the use of a tool to remove them. Knight’s magic never would have worked on iron. Even if he could have used the power of his fire to melt off the iron, he would have burned me in the process. The smith had the exact tools for the job. In hardly any time at all, he had clipped through the iron and freed me. My magic flared to life as it rushed from its prison deep within me. It was weak after not being fed, but still provided enough strength to make my skin buzz with power. As I rubbed the raw area on my wrists, I offered Knight a smile. I debated hugging him, which h
