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We all stiffened. Tillit and Xander gripped their swords, Darda her daggers, and Tillit his strap. There came the pounding again.
“Is anyone in there?” The voice was that of Abraxas.
Tillit and Spiros glanced at each other. A smile slipped onto Spiros’s lips. “The paintings have not yet talked.”
Tillit shrugged and together they each grabbed a handle and pulled. The doors opened and revealed Abraxas flanked by several of his crewmen. His eyes fell on Moneta and widened. “My Lady!” He pushed past us and over to her where he knelt by her side.
Moneta cupped one of his cheeks in her palm and smiled down at him. “I am fine. The demon did me no harm.”
“How did the ‘demon’ take you, anyway?” Tillit spoke up.
Moneta smiled and shook her head. “With Crates you can never tell
