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“Where is the King?!”

I threatened each with flame, and at their cries, claiming they did not know, I hurried upward.

Cries of torture wouldn't be pleasant for the sleeping. The basement was where we already were, so that left the top floor.

Rushing up the southern staircase, I moved faster than I ever had in my life. The few soldiers that were still remaining attempted to stab me, and I ducked as they swung their weapons, shooting electricity into their bodies, their limbs sizzling before they ultimately collapsed on the ground.

The one I left surviving cowered, and I froze him to the ground, my fingertips dancing with lightning.

“Where. Is. Silas?”

“T-the King took him…I-I don't know which room.”

I brought my hands closer to his temples. “I will fry your brain into mush if you do not tell me where he is.”

He shook his head, tears spilling. “M-maybe the attic. There's a r-room in the attic he takes his women to.”

My stomach dropped, and I raced away, leaving the soldier frozen there.

Dimitri was a sick fuck. I didn't think he would kill him quickly.

There would be time.

There had to be time.

I hated myself for beginning to cry. There were so many steps in this place, so many corridors. I continually darted my eyes down at the map, following the way to the attic.

He had to be there.He had to be okay.

I was rushing around a corner when I slammed into someone. A woman.

I blinked as I took in her naked body. The Mage woman grabbed onto my arms for support, sobbing profusely.

“He saved me,” she cried.

“Who saved you?” My eyes darted around her weeping face. “Where is Silas?!” I demanded. "Where is he?!"

“Dimitri stabbed him in the chest so many times…I watched in the doorway—”

I slammed her body against the wall, the wind knocking out of her. Her eyes went wide as I yelled in her face, “WHERE IS HE?!”

The woman shook. “I watched as he finished with him…his head slumping down.” Choking on a sob, she replied, “Silas is dead.”

Chapter Forty-One

MERRICK

Aiming my bow, I released an arrow, the tip incasing in ice, before ripping through a man’s chest.

“I wish mine did that!” Erabella yelled, successfully impaling another.

We were perched exactly where Waylon told us to be, and he was right; this spot was excellent.

The battle beneath was in complete disorder, but I was impressed by the Mages’ will to fight. All their time without magic had their powers just begging to be released. Still, the army in Faltrun was substantial…triple that of the number of Mages fighting for their freedom.

I tried not to focus on the bodies that dropped.

Era shot her bow with precision, her nerves melting as we fought beside each other.

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