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appalled curse brings what is clearly an unwilling smile to her face.
    â€œSay what you will,” he says, “but you owe me for freeing Eogan from Draewulf’sss grip, my dear girl.”
    Is he being serious? He didn’t help. He . . . Oh. He doesn’t know. He was already knocked out when Draewulf pulled free of Eogan’s body. “You didn’t help me free him. You nearly had me kill everyone.”
    â€œFunny how quickly you turn to blaming when you were initially the one begging for it .”
    â€œMyles, shut up.”
    â€œAll I’m saying—”
    â€œAll I’m saying is, you will shut up until I can murder you. And if you have to be near me beforehand, then make yourself useful and figure out what the queen wants with Eogan and how to get us out of here.”
    His expression sours as he straightens and slicks a hand over his shiny black hair. “How should I know what the woman wantsss? She’s as unstable as her daughter. Only a fool would make enemies of us while an entire army is headed for her gatesss.”
    â€œI’d say you’re all bleeding fools if you think insulting their queen right now will help our situation,” Kenan growls behind us.
    I ignore him and look up at the female guard leading the way. “There was a man on our ship by the name of Lord Wellimton. What happened to him?”
    â€œAnyone putting up a fight was kept bound.”
    â€œAnd the two boys in the captains’ room?”
    â€œI . . . believe they were taken with the others.”
    A throaty sound tells me Kenan’s listening.
    I slow and put my hand on his arm. “If either of those boys is harmed, I will take it more personally than you desire,” I say in a tight tone to the guard.
    The woman says nothing. Just turns us down another glass corner to face a long flight of glistening stairs. They give the illusion they’re leading up to the night sky due to the clear domed ceiling over us with the stars filtering through. Like little solar flares.
    Rasha probably spent her childhood studying those stars from this same spot.
    That sudden thought nearly bowls me over. Bleeding hulls, I miss her. I blink hard and refuse to imagine where she is right now, what they’re doing to her. Just find a way to escape and rescue her, Nym.
    Three flights of those shiny stairs deposit us just beneath that glass dome and at the top of one of the three corner crystal towers I glimpsed before our airship crashed. The short hallway is shaped like a square and empty of people or doors except for an opening at the end. It’s a room—the only one up here as far as I can tell—and while not by any means dungeon quality, it carries vague reminders of my slave quarters at owners’ numbers seven and nine. Two sparse beds. Three candle lanterns. And a cold floor to be shared by too many of us.
    Except it is beyond impeccably clean, and three of the walls are made of see-through glass.
    I sway a moment as I enter at the sense of dizziness it brings—being this high up and able to look out on the lit-up crystal city below from multiple angles at once is overwhelming. Only the wall with the door I’m stepping through is made of wood. The rest are peering over the courtyards and lights and outer ramparts and giant-statued gates that lead to the massive forest beyond.
    I frown as I steady myself and move closer for a clearer look at the night-shadowed landscape. Is it me or does something seem off about those gates?
    Before I can figure out what, Myles’s swearing draws me back to the room. A male Cashlin guard and two female Luminescents who’ve prodded Myles through the doorway have ruffled his suit in the process. They say nothing about his insults—just deposit him in the room’s center before they shut the door and then line up against the wall.
    â€œThat’s it?” Lady Isobel scoffs at the Cashlin male guard and two ladies