Ward was afraid ofher . The realization stunned her into tears.Her Ward wasn’t afraid of anything. Instinctively she stepped closer to him.

He held up a hand that shook slightly, but the palm-up gesture was universal.

“Tis.” He said, his voice a slow grumbling growl that held more than a touch of menace. “Stay back.” Then in a soft voice, almost a whisper, he added, “Please?”

For an instant she was hurt, but then reason took over. Whatever they had done to Ward, it had not made him slow of body. His rush to stand up had been quick. She’d been in too many fights to miss the heavy breathing and vibrating readiness. Whatever the cause, she’d frightened him. She had him cornered. She didn’t really believe he would hurt her, but she backed away.

She took her eyes off his face because eye contact could feel threatening. Some visceral part of her protested the move, recognizing the danger he presented. But, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him relax marginally.

As she cleaned the cell, Ward slid back down the wall until he was crouched the way he had been when she’d come in. He drew the straw around him until it covered his legs and was scattered over most of the rest of him.

Tisala was careful to wipe her eyes and blank her face when she left Ward’s cell. The other inhabitants of the wizard’s block were more recognizably hurt, showing cuts and missing pieces. In one of the cells, the guards held the prisoner, who alternatively laughed and cried, while she cleaned.

There were many things that she despised about Jakoven, things that had authored the painful decision creating the distance between her father and her. But though his sins were legion, she had never hated him before today.

TISALASTRODE THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE TAVERNtoward the back corner where Oreg waited for her.

She sat across from him and leaned forward. “You’ve got to get him out of there.”

Oreg lowered his eyelids so she couldn’t read his reaction, but his voice was mild. “If you found him—I can get him out.”

Relief washed over her. Oreg would get him out. Of course he would.

“I didn’t think anyone could lose so much weight in such a short period of time,” she said. “He’s lost at least a stone.”

“Working magic can do that,” said Oreg. “Tell me about what you saw.”

With a handful of questions he got more information out of her than she remembered noticing, the way Ward’s eyes had appeared black rather than brown, his swift coordinated movements contrasting to his slurred, labored speech.

Finally, Oreg tossed a silver coin on the table—too much, but Tisala didn’t protest. She just took the arm he offered her and strode out of the tavern by his side.