Holly
Holly shook her head. “I know, Amara, I know. But if we don’t get out of here now, we won’t survive. Please, just trust me.” She plead with Amara, realizing in this moment just how much she craved her approval.
Amara was silent but didn’t object. Without the luxury of time, Holly had to press on. Instead of stabbing Nemoreth’s hand, as she originally intended, she focused not on revenge but on saving her friends. She pressed the tip of the dagger into her index finger to draw just as much blood as she would have taken from herself. She outstretched her hand toward Salix, and he put his ankle in her hand. Holly pressed the tip of Nemoreth’s finger on the cuff and it sprung open.
She repeated this on Salix’s other ankle. “Thank you, Little Mage,” he said.
Holly motioned for Am
