Azra sat with her back against the brick wall, her eyes closed as she listened to the commotion. Another gunshot somewhere nearby. She wasn’t sure what was happening outside, but at least it was entertaining.
She heard something else – a minute stirring in the air – and when she opened her eyes, the golden-haired woman stood before her. Azra’s first instinct was to kill her, but she waited.
“Well?” the Weaver said. “Are you coming?”
Azra raised an eyebrow.
Her two guards appeared on the other side of the cell door, each staring in shock at the woman who had somehow slipped past him. One raised his hand, and Azra knew that he would loose a stream of lightning.
“Field Binders,” the Weaver said, rolling her eyes.
Bricks flew out of the wall across from the cell door, pummeling the two y
