Chapter 44: The Prime Minister's Audit
The detention cell beneath the Grand Registry smelled of stale water and rust.
The iron bars were thick enough to withstand a troll's punch, and the heavy stone walls completely dampened any sound from the city above.
We were locked in the dark.
We had absolutely zero coin left to our names, and a massive bounty hovered over our heads.
Kaelith paced the length of the cell like a caged predator.
Her boots made soft, rhythmic scuffs against the stone.
"Pacing will not melt the iron," I said calmly, leaning my back against the damp wall.
"I should have gutted him," Kaelith hissed.
"I could have cleared the room before those clockwork sentinels even drew their weapons."
Rolf gripped the iron bars. His biceps bulged as he tested their strength.
"I can bend these. Give me a minute to build up some momentum, boss."
"Nobody is breaking out," I commanded.
Nyssa sat on a narrow wooden bench.
She buried her face in her hands.
