“Chain him.” Aguila pointed to the sacrificial altar and the guards dragged Perry to it, lifting him kicking and shouting onto the stone, securing the shackles to each corner. The cry of an eagle pierced the air, a hunter spying its prey.
Mila assessed the scene quickly, counting the guards, checking for where other soldiers might be. Behind them, the crowd continuing to surge from the staircase, more and more people blocking the route back down. She clenched her fists, her right hand holding tight to the jug of water.
“This is hopeless,” Finn whispered, his face crestfallen.
They were completely outnumbered. There was no way to fight their way out of here and escape down the staircase, especially with Perry so weak and unable to use his magic.
No way out behind them and before them, o
