Chapter Thirty-Three
The gnomes walk up to the cage with the vengeful orc and seem to enjoy it when he futilely tries to attack them through the bars.
When they tire of watching him, they turn their gazes to me.
Oh no. If they’re in the mood for something different, with the suit, I just might end up on the menu.
“Hurry,” I hiss at Itzel. “What’s taking you so long?”
“I told you before,” she replies, her hands shaking. “I have trouble working under stress.”
Grunting, Felix takes off his gloves and walks up to the mechanism.
“Silicon chips,” he mumbles after the longest minute of my life. “Maybe if I—”
I don’t hear the rest, my attention split between the gnomes outside my cage and the arc of magical energy going from Felix’s finger to the lock.
The lock makes a chirping sound, and
