The heavy iron locks slid home with a sound like a gunshot—clack, clack, clack.I stood in the center of the cabin, hugging my arms to my chest, my wrists still bound in front of me. The sound of the locks sealing us in made the air in the room feel suddenly thin.We were alone.Kaelen turned away from the door, rolling his shoulders as if testing a strained muscle. He walked to the wooden table in the center of the room, pushing aside a stack of maps to make space."Come here," he said. His back was to me.I didn't move. "Why?"He turned, his gray eyes impatient. "Because I can't very well untie you if you're standing over there, can I?"I hesitated, then took a tentative step forward. My heels clicked loudly on the floorboards. I stopped a foot away from him, holding out my bound hands like an offering.Kaelen reached for a knife sheathed at his belt.I flinched, sucking in a sharp breath.He paused, the blade hovering an inch from the rope. He looked a
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