Scarlett’s POV:
Everything was going perfectly, or at least, as perfectly as a theatrical public execution could go. The stones Sebastian and I had placed, which were supposed to be working as speakers to amplify the actors' voices across the entire square, were also being used as a subtle magical barrier.
It was a secondary function, but it was what kept the guards from getting to us from the back. I knew many people were trying to get up to stop us, their shouts a muffled, distant sound beyond the booming echo of the play’s dialogue.
A brief, sharp pang of worry shot through me for Gabriel. He wasn't under my direct control; he was acting on his own volition, a willing participant. What if he got caught and couldn't clear his name? The spell being cast made it so that I could use the
