70
Lincoln
Pain bites into my shoulders and legs. Gritting my teeth, I focus past the hurt. There’s no ignoring the lines of misery etched on Myla’s face, though.
Her suffering must end. Now.
I slightly arch my head toward Aldred. It’s the most I can manage, given that there’s a knife-sharp stick hovering just above my eyeball.
“If I gave you my strength, would you leave Myla alone?” I ask.
For Aldred’s part, he pretends not to hear the question at all. Even so, there’s no missing the interested gleam in his button eyes. “What power could you possibly have here?”
“Ask Peli,” I reply. “Your ally has been hiding things from you.”
Here’s where my plan hits a crossroads. If Peli really is in league with Aldred, then the monkey wizard will admit I’ve got nothing in terms of power in the
