Chapter 448: Mad Men

The temptation to just leave, run, get the hell out of there was so powerful I was shocked at my own lack of courage. Mind you, I'd been through a lot, thanks, what with having no contact with my magic and almost being burned alive and all. But it wasn't like me to cut and run.

Time to slice myself off a little piece of slack. I drew one deep breath after another while Demetrius forced chunks of stone into the sorcerer's mouths, the rock seeping outward like Charlotte's gag, more of the concrete slices forming bonds at ankle and wrist. I could hear him whispering, muttering to himself, while the two men groaned before falling totally silent.

"Would kill them," Demetrius said softly to me as he turned and smiled the expression of a happy child, "but Belaisle will do much worse."

I was all for that.

"Need to go." He grabbed my hand, started to tug on me, leading me to the stairs. "Out, out, out."

Our hustle to the kitchen helped me burn off my panic, shook me loose of the fear I'd a