Chapter Forty-Four
We’re mute with horror as the swordsmen drag us somewhere, with everyone processing the Hannibal Lecter-worthy threat Lilith has delivered.
“Do your best to remember the path to wherever they take us,” I tell everyone, mostly to keep their minds off the upcoming torture and exsanguination.
They mumble in agreement and continue to sulk—which is reasonable.
A few minutes later, Ariel slides between me and Felix, and I see her straining with her bindings.
As a magician, I’m an expert at knowing what a group of people can or cannot see; in our parlance, it’s called being aware of the angles. My sleight of hand and other secret maneuvers are usually angle proof—but Ariel’s current efforts are far from it.
I cover her angles by stepping over to the right and adjusting my
