In response, she held his hand tighter. Sastra shook her head, and the illusion of King William fell away. She no longer had the desire to wear the disguise. No matter what was coming, she would face it with Jason, as herself or not at all. She wished that the Knight had a weapon to hand. Somehow she felt there was nothing he couldn’t do, without a sword in his grip. The cause of Jason’s distress was apparent as a tall man with similar red hair ducked beneath the broken beams of the ceiling.
Marius De Straffe, fire wielder and powerful Myst straightened quickly, staring at the pair of them. Fire appeared at his fingertips, instantly blazing as he realised Jason was no longer chained with the manacles. But the fire vanished just as quickly as he took in his brother, and the woman stood be
