When her sister was gone, Sabine muttered, 'Look after the guard. Sabine allowed it to continue.īecause she'd ruined Lanthe's innate ability. Their lives had become a droning cycle: Steal a new power, flee enemies, have power stolen by a smooth-talking Sorceri male, steal a new power. ' She hastened to the stairwell once more. Lanthe's blue eyes gazed upward out of habit. But hurry with the transfer,' Sabine said. She could read the minds of humans, even when they were blacked out, and the contents of this one's were giving even Sabine pause. Sabine's gaze flitted over the unconscious male sprawled on the squalid floor, and her lip curled in disgust. 'Watch the guard and keep the freed inmates inside this hall quiet. Lanthe blew a jet-black plait from her forehead.

' Their portal back to their home of Rothkalina was a good ten minutes away through dank London streets. 'If we're back at the portal in twenty minutes we should be all right. 'Do I have time to check the smaller cells in the basement?' Lanthe asked. Sabine tore free yet another cage door, peered at pale faces, then shook her head. In fact, if one's apparel didn't weigh more than the wearer, then one was underdressed.īy the time Sabine was exiting the next cell down, Lanthe had finished with the knots 'Any luck?' Situated among her hair's riotous braids was her elaborate headdress. She wore a metal bustier and mesh gloves that ran the length of her arms, ending in forged fingertip claws. Her clothes were constructed more of strips of leather and chain metal than of cloth and thread. Sabine knew the exotic picture she presented with her garments and face paint.Īs though she'd donned a mask, her eyes were kohled black in a swath from the sides of her nose to her temples. Up close, she could tell the inhabitants all looked very. ' She plucked a cell door off its hinges and tossed it away, her heels clicking as she entered the cage.

'I can't tell when they huddle like this. Sabine slinked down the darkened corridor. Her-the sorceress they came to release from this place-if she agreed to convey her powers to Lanthe in exchange for her freedom. ' She busily tied the man's hands behind his back-instead of breaking his arms, which had the same result and didn't waste rope. 'Things are going to be different with this one. 'Maybe in the past,' Lanthe said as she dropped the unconscious guard she'd been toting by his belt. Whenever you have a sorcerer betwixt your thighs, your powers tend to disappear,' Sabine told her sister as she scanned the faces of the frenzied, caged humans. Gray Waters Lunatic Asylum, London Fall 1872

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