“You chained him.” I confronted Maddox at dawn. I’d risen and refreshed the herbs, and added wood to the dying fire. The tattooed warrior arrived soon after with more wood for the fire, and though he didn’t smile I could tell he approved of my work. “He came to me last night, wearing a shackle like me.”
“Not like you. His chain is longer, and fixed far, far back in the cave. You have a shorter leash.”
I scowled at his jesting tone.
“The metal binding him is also warded by a witch. When he exiled himself, we took every precaution to keep him from wandering during his fits and ravaging all he meets. It won’t hold him forever.”
Shivering, I rubbed my arms, and wondered if I would ever sleep easy in this cave again.
“Have no fear, Sabine. He grows more himself, and less dangerous, every h
