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my magic will mean nothing to me and everything to him.
    And worse—what will the council do to me? To my sisters? Will the council think they are involved? I have to fix this.
    The red streaks flare brighter as I propel the spell out harder, making the bands thicker and heavier until they are big enough to wrap around his hands. My folly may be the undoing of my sisters. This will be enough to keep him from sneaking free. It has to be.
    He struggles again, faint flashes appearing from his fingers beneath the gold and red, but nothing happens. It seems, for now at least, he can’t do anything other than grunt and squirm about. Feigning a confidence I don’t feel, I lean over until my face is inches from his.
    “ This is what we’re going to do. You are going to release your ownership of me, just like Chancellor Zade did with Serena and I will go free.” He starts to say something, but I interrupt him. “You made it clear earlier you know all about it. There’s no escaping this. Do you have servants?”
    He doesn’t respond.
    “Do you?” I yell, fear sounding so much like anger.
    “ Yes,” he croaks out.
    “ How many?”
    “ I don’t know, lots. Over fifty.”
    Thank the magic. “We’re going to gather them all together and you will tell them of my freedom. Then after I leave, you will tell everyone you know, everyone , that you changed your mind. That you didn’t want me but didn’t want to tarnish me because I’m just so nice.” His eyes tighten, but I press on. “That you gave me my freedom and no one is to bother me.”
    He starts to shake his head. I tighten the already snug spell on his hands and wrists, emphasizing my control.
    “You will do this. And then you will never, ever speak to anyone about what I can do, or I will make sure they all know, with vivid detail, how easily I overtook you. Do you understand?”
    His face goes pale and finally he gives the slightest of nods.
    “Good.” I hope. If my threat doesn’t work, I don’t know what fate will befall me and my family. “Take us to your servants. And if you make one wrong move, we’ll be right back here going over this again. Only next time, I won’t be so kind.”
    Once more he nods, his lips giving a strained twitch. I release him from the chain spell but keep my hands up, ready to clamp them back in place.
    He shrinks away and without a word leads me through the house. I follow, not trusting him, but having no other choice. If he should do anything contrary to what I asked, I’m ready to act however may be needed. Even if it means being harsher than a chain spell. At least I think I am ready.
    We move from one hall to another, to another. How anyone can stand living in such a labyrinth is beyond me. I’ve no idea if we’re going anywhere useful or not. Though, perhaps that is the point. Wandering does afford plenty of time for thinking. Or rather, worrying. Mostly about what a terrible mistake I’ve made. What if he doesn’t keep quiet? What if he tells others about me? What will happen?
    There’s no way to know. Besides, what other choice did I have? He was trying to take my blood. Thinking about it is making my head spin again. My thoughts are jumbling, piling up in a mass of worry. I need to focus on getting out of here. Then I can figure out what damage my actions caused, and if there’s anything that can fix it.
    After a while of walking and turning down halls, we finally stop. He has led me to the kitchen. Makes sense. There’s always someone in the kitchen. It’s larger than I’ve ever seen, with an unfamiliar-looking electric cooktop, long counters, and two sinks. Six servants turn to him, their heads, whether the tarnished bald or not, lowered. They were all hiding in here, I suppose.
    He addresses the closest servant—a male, lower class. “Gather everyone here as quickly as you can.”
    Though Edward doesn’t sound as confident as when he was at Serena’s house, if I hadn’t hexed him myself, I wouldn’t