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hard enough. Maybe I’d weakened myself by using persuasion on Rhys so recently. Healers were tired and aged after they used their abilities. I was probably the same way, even though I didn’t feel tired.
    I had started repeating it in my mind again when Loki waved his hand, stopping me.
    “Easy, Princess, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he laughed. “You’re persistent, though. I’ll give you that.”
    “So what? You’re immune or something?” I asked.
    No point in pretending I hadn’t been trying to use persuasion on him. He obviously knew what I was doing.
    “Not exactly. You’re far too unfocused.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching me with that same curious expression he always seemed to have. “You’re quite powerful, though.”
    “I thought you said she was harmless,” Ludlow interjected.
    “She is. Without training, she’s almost useless,” Loki clarified. “Someday, she’ll be a great asset. Right now, she’s little more than a parlor trick.”
    “Thanks,” I muttered.
    I hurried to rethink the plan. I could definitely take down Ludlow, but I didn’t understand how all the locks worked. Even if I got him out of the way, I wasn’t sure that I could open the door.
    Loki stood right in front of me, and I already knew how well I’d fare against him. Besides being taller and stronger than me, he had the ability to knock me out just by looking at me. I had no plan.
    “I can see your mind spinning,” Loki said, almost in awe. I tensed up, afraid he might be able to read my mind, and I tried to think of nothing. “I can’t see what’s on your mind. If I had, I wouldn’t have let you out. But now that you are, we might as well make the best of it.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked warily, moving away from him.
    “You overestimate my interest in you.” Loki grinned broadly. “I prefer my Princesses in unsoiled pajamas.”
    My clothes would’ve been relatively clean, if it weren’t for the blood on my sweater and some dirt on my knees. I’m sure I was a mess, but it wasn’t my fault.
    “I’m sorry. I usually look much nicer after I take a beating,” I said, and his smile faltered.
    “Yes, well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that now.” Loki recovered quickly, his cocky edge returning. “I think it’s time you went and saw Sara.”
    “Sir, I really think that’s unwise –” Ludlow tried to interrupt, but Loki glared at him and he shut up.
    “What about my friends?” I pointed at the cell.
    “They’re not going anywhere.” Loki smiled at his own joke, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
    “I know that. But I’m not leaving without them,” I said firmly.
    “You’re in luck. You’re not leaving.” Loki started taking a step back, still facing me. “Don’t worry, Princess. They’re perfectly safe. Come on. Talking to Sara would be in your best interest.”
    “I’ve already met Sara,” I said, attempting some kind of a protest.
    I looked apprehensively at the door, but Loki took another step back. I sighed, deciding that talking to higher ups would probably be the only way I could barter Matt and Rhys’s release. Even if I couldn’t ensure my own.  
    “How did you know?” I asked as I fell into step with him.
    He walked next to me down the hall as we passed several more doors like the one on my cell. I didn’t hear much of anything or see any other hobgoblins standing guard, but I wondered how many other prisoners were here.
    “Know what?”
    “That I was… you know, trying to persuade you,” I said. “If it wasn’t working, how did you know?”
    “Because you’re powerful,” Loki reiterated and gestured to his head. “It’s like a static. I could feel you trying to push your way inside my head.” He shrugged. “You’ll feel it, too, if anyone tries it on you. I’m not sure if it’d work, though.”
    “So it doesn’t work on Trylle or Vittra?” I asked, doubting he would give me a straight answer. I