Chapter 35

Air left Frye’s lungs, but instincts kept him moving despite not being able to draw a breath. He backed away, evading a second blow from Wach. Taking in a shaky half-breath, Frye was on the offensive again, shuffling his feet—the spell set fire to the sleeve of Wach’s jacket, but it hardly fazed the other man. He tore the garment off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Suun extinguished it with a quick step.

“Stop!” Varner said loudly. “Or your precious pet gets a knife to the throat.”

Frye tore his eyes away from Wach and Suun and saw that Markle was tied to a chair, and Varner held a blade to his neck.

Frye immediately stilled and Wach grabbed his hands and positioned them together. Suun had a line of rope and quickly bound Frye’s wrists together. They tied his feet next, then dragged him to the second chair, opposite Markle.

“I’m sorry,” Markle said. He had a black eye already forming on his face.