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“That’s awfully convenient,” Alex spoke up.
Maddock stood and shook his head. “Not at all. The others are confined there, as well.”
“The other victims of the curse,” Tristan commented.
Maddock’s shoulders slumped and sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Like Adria here, they are too dangerous to be let free until the rune is restored and the curses broken.”
“Where is this confinement area?” Gwyn questioned him.
A rueful smile slipped onto Maddock’s lips. “Where no one now walks.”
I blinked at him. “That doesn’t sound like a very nice place.”
“They’re in the castle of the king,” Alex guessed.
“Just so. Now-” Maddock knelt down and lifted the young woman into his arms. “If you would all kindly give me some light, we will whisk her there before our safety is once again imperiled.”
