Four hundred chains hit the floor in a jingle sound.
Guinevere stole a quick glance to the right of the commander to see what she'd just done. Ankle cuffs were on, but the chains binding them were snapped.
Then she caught Ryker's eye. His priority was Maddox. She could see it in the way his body was angled toward the king, coiled, ready to cover the six feet between them the moment the window opened.
The throne room doors opened. Behind her, Kael Ashenvale walked into the most fortified room in Drakencrest Keep the way he walked into everything: like he owned it, had renovated it, and was disappointed in the décor.
Guinevere knew it was him from his scent, but didn't allow herself to look. Instead, she reached for the flame again. Found it. Flexed.
CRACK.
Four hundred right cuffs hit the obsidian at the same time. The sound was a thunderclap of iron on stone that vibrated through the floor.
