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with us before she slinks down onto one of the cushioned cots. She spreads her voluptuous self out like a fox, so even with her hands still tied behind her back she looks powerful.
    I watch the way she sizes up the guard and shake my head. What are they thinking, leaving only three soldiers alone with all of us? Leaving them alone with her ?
    I glance over at the male guard. With a slight build and blond hair, he reminds me of the Faelen schoolchildren I played with my eighth year, albeit with a far less innocent glint in his eye. He’s about nineteen, I’d guess, and he’s smirking back at Isobel.
    â€œOh-good-father-of-Bron, this confinement better not take long,” Kenan mutters beside me.
    â€œHow about removing these binders?” Lady Isobel holds out her wrists to the male guard and slides a smile across her face that I suspect is the same one she used to seduce Eogan when they were younger.
    My stomach sours. She and Eogan may be the same age and same height and have been raised near-inseparably for years, but that’s where the similarities end.
    The guard switches to a charming smile of his own but doesn’t move.
    â€œHumph. I see where your Princess Rasha gets her manners,” Isobel says.
    The besotted one glances at the Luminescent nearest me. I catch a cautious look between them.
    â€œDo you know her?” I ask them casually. “Princess Rasha? You’re all about her age, I suspect.”
    The male guard shoots another look at his Luminescent counterpart before he turns to say firmly, “The princess is a friend to all her people.”
    Liar. She had few friends, as I recall. I stare straight at him. But maybe he could’ve been one of them. I wonder . . .
    The Luminescent close by ruffles her purple flowing robe and clears her throat. When I turn to look, she’s glaring at me. Interesting. I scan the ceiling with its clear glass surface, then peer out the window again at the gates below.
    â€œShe believed in this cause,” I say.
    â€œExcept I seem to recall her suggesting her dear queen mum wanted Draewulf alive as much as I did.” Myles’s voice snakes over from where he’s plopped himself down on the other bed opposite Isobel. He prances his long fingers across the cover. “Which isss rather odd when you think about it. Now, why would Queen Laiha want the shape-shifter alive, do you suppose? And be willing to possibly sacrifice her own daughter now?”
    The guard’s face shadows, and I swear it’s like a red filter snaps down over the Luminescents’ pupils. One makes a clicking noise with her tongue while their male counterpart refuses to answer.
    I glare at Myles. Thanks a lot.
    He shrugs and smiles acidly as if to say it’s true.
    â€œNice try, Elemental, but he wouldn’t have given you any information anyway.” Lady Isobel rolls over on her bed. She yawns and scans their Luminescent faces before flipping her raven-black hair away from her high cheekbones. “The people of this culture are not encouraged to think for themselves. No wonder their princess wanted out.”
    â€œYou should not say such things,” the male guard says. But the tightening of his jaw indicates Lady Isobel’s words struck something. I turn to Eogan’s former fiancée and catch her watching me. She tips her head and simpers cleverly, “They study intentions. I study emotions.”
    â€œSo you’ll know which one to hit first when you turn his heart to stone,” Myles says.
    Except I can’t tell whether he’s insulting or admiring her. Or trying to get a rise out of the guards. My guess is the latter two.
    I turn back to the male Cashlin. “All I’m saying is Rasha and a whole lot of people could use our help right now. Especially if your queen dies.”
    The guard ignores me, and the second Luminescent speaks for the first time. “Are any of you in here the airship’s