Chapter Three
PEN STOOD STILL FOR so long that Krayter began to question whether or not he’d actually heard her open the door. He hated being blindfolded like this. The child who’d affixed the cloth to his head had done well; even as he tried to move his head to shimmy the dark fabric away, it stayed firmly in place. Given enough time, he might get it off, but he wasn’t going to keep trying when he was almost certain that his most powerful captor stood at his feet.
“I can hear you breathing, Pen,” he taunted. It wasn’t quite true. The shed was too loud with the sounds of the night to hear a single woman breathe. But he sensed her, almost like he could feel the energy that swirled around her.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped.
“It’s what your sister called you,” he countered, making a b
