"Put down your weapons." Right now.
Garok's voice was uncompromising. The crossbow was near Caelan's heart. Ten Blackclaw elites, his brightest students, closed the circle. The early morning darkness made their faces cruel. They used the scenery, the river's sound, and our focus on the fortification to get thus close. Yes, we were taken.
Lyra lifted her hands softly, showing disgust for herself and the circumstance. Nyx held still, but her gaze searched for inaccessible areas. Caelan dropped his blade as he hesitated.
I stayed put. Garok's bolt was ready before I could reach the ghost, a coiled spring. I witnessed his shooting. His success was constant.
"Training Master," Caelan said gently. "This is a mistake."
He said, "The only mistake was trusting a Frostvale's honor." He never
