My confusion about how I had gotten here disappeared the moment I heard his voice behind me.

“We’ll start your lessons now.” Goel’s satisfied tone caused my stomach to lurch.

“Turn around and see what I have planned for you,” he said.

My skin prickled with fear, but I forced my face into a neutral expression before I spun. A smirk lit Goel’s face as he gestured to a table on his right. Weapons and exotic instruments of torture covered the top. A wagon containing an empty burlap sack was to the left of Goel. The structure was bigger than I had thought. The shed’s door loomed behind him, appearing impossibly far to me, but in reality only ten feet.

Goel followed my gaze and smiled. “Bolted and locked. We’re in a forgotten place far away from the Keep.” He picked up a small black leather whip that had metal spikes on the ends.

The Keep! I pulled some power to me and projected a desperate mental call. Irys.

“How’re the ribs?” I asked, trying to distract him.

He frowned and touched the side of his chest. “That horse is gonna make a tasty stew.” He smacked his lips. “But that’s later.” He raised the whip.

Yelena! Thank fate you’re alive. Where are you? Irys’s worried voice sounded in my mind.

A shed somewhere.

Goel stepped closer to strike me with the whip. I kicked him in the stomach. He jumped back more from surprise than pain.

“Me mistake,” he said, retreating to his table. “Not to worry. I’ll fix.” He picked up a dart, dipping it in a vial of liquid.

The sleeping potion. I thought fast.

I need more information. Is Ferde with you? Irys asked.

Not Ferde. Goel.

Goel?

No time. I’ll explain later.

Goel loaded the dart into a hollow pipe. He aimed. I laughed. The pipe wavered as he squinted at me in confusion.

“I can’t believe it,” I said.

“Believe what?” He lowered the weapon.

“That you’re afraid of me. No, not afraid. Terrified.” I laughed again. “You can’t beat me in a fair fight so you ambush and drug me. And even when I’m chained, you’re still scared.”

“Am not.” He exchanged the pipe for a pair of manacles then dove for my feet.

I struggled, but he outweighed me. In the end, my ankles were manacled together. Goel then staked the six-inch chain between the cuffs to the floor. No more kicking, but I remained awake, and I had another trick. Magic. My mind raced through options.

I could try and freeze the muscles in his body, but I didn’t know how. Goel chose another whip from his table. This one was longer with braided leather and small metal balls tied into the fringes on the end.

His arm blurred. I projected a confusing array of images into his mind.

Goel lost his balance and fell to the ground. “Huh?” He seemed confused.

As he regained his feet, I caught a slight movement behind Goel. The bolt moved and the knob turned. The door burst open with a rush of light. Two figures stood in the doorway. They pointed their swords at Goel’s heart. Ari and Janco.

“Yelena, are you all right?” Ari asked. His eyes never left Goel’s surprised face.

Janco came over and inspected the chains. “Keys?” he asked Goel, who pressed his lips together. “Guess I’ll have to do it the hard way.” Janco pulled his lock picks from his pocket.

My first rush of relief at seeing my friends cooled. This rescue wouldn’t stop Goel from trying again. Even if he was arrested for kidnapping, Goel would harbor his grudge until freed and years from now, I might be in the exact same position. I had to deal with him. He needed to know that he couldn’t win against me.

I shook my head at Janco. “I’ve got the situation under control. Go back to the Keep, I’ll meet you there.”

Janco stared at me in astonished silence. Ari, though, trusted me. “Come on, she doesn’t need our help.” Ari sheathed his sword.

Janco recovered. He flashed me one of his mischievous grins. “I’ll bet you a copper that she’ll be free in five minutes,” he said to Ari.

Ari grunted in amusement. “A silver on ten minutes,” he countered.

“I’ll bet you both a gold coin that she kills him,” Valek said from behind them. They moved aside and he entered, still dressed in his Adviser Ilom disguise. “The only way to take care of your problem. Right, love?”

“No killing,” I said. “I’ll manage.”

“He’s my man. I’ll handle this,” Cahil said from the doorway.

Valek spun, but Cahil just stared at him for a moment before coming inside. “Goel, stand down,” Cahil ordered.

Valek disappeared from sight. The crowded shed seemed to shrink in size and, by this point, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Irys and the other Masters following Cahil. We could all have a festival.

During the conversations and arrivals, Goel’s face had transformed from stunned to horrified and finally settled into stubborn determination. “No,” he said to Cahil.

“Goel, you were right about her. But this isn’t the way to deal with her. Especially not with her two henchmen nearby. Release her.”

“I don’t take orders from you. Everyone else can pretend you’re in charge. I won’t.”

“Are you challenging my authority?” Cahil demanded.

“You don’t have any authority with me,” Goel shot back.

Cahil’s face turned bright red as he sputtered. “How dare—”