True’s head turned when she did this, and he watched twenty-one men lifted right off the ground and tossed like they were wisps of parchment across the room, slamming against the wall and each other.

Her emotion was getting the better of her.

And as such, she had no control of her magic.

“Farah!” he barked, now moving swiftly to her.

She swung her arm the other way and only the prisoners, crying out in shock and fear, sailed across the room and slammed into the opposite wall.

“Farah!” he roared, making it to her and catching her by her upper arms, carefully on one side, but definitely with the aim to get her attention.

Her eyes shifted up to him and he fancied he felt their burn.

“Darling, calm,” he whispered.

“We will have vengeance,” she whispered back, her voice one he’d never heard before, not even when her own mother perished not long ago.

“My love, we will,” he said. “But now you’re injured, and you need to calm.”

She pulled from his arms and turned to Mars.

“You will learn everything they have to tell,” she demanded.

Mars looked stuck between amused and reciprocating her wrath when he replied, “Yes, I will.”

Though, even in the circumstances, True did not fail to note Mar’s expression was also partly exasperated, for his attention was partly taken by his wife standing behind Farah.

As were her friends, not only Elena, but Aramus’s queen, Ha-Lah.

Mars focused on Farah. “I need you to take my wife back to the castle, little sister.”

“I think not,” Farah retorted. “She was the one who suggested we come. And she was adamant about it. She might be small, but when she’s got something in her head, she makes it happen.”

Mars’s chin jerked into his neck as his brows rose and he looked to his queen.

He studied Silence. True studied Silence. Both men took in her determined expression and the mercurial shift of her silver eyes as the winds in the room died down.

True then looked to Mars only to watch him smile at his wife very slowly and very scarily.

“We will watch,” Farah declared, and True’s attention went back to his own wife.

“You will not.”

“We will watch,” Silence declared. “And if we have any ideas you can try, we will share.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Cassius said to the ceiling.

“I couldn’t stop them, my prince,” Elena told him.

“Did you try?” he asked her.

She looked guilty and gave only a shrug in response.

“Do you want to watch, my queen?” Aramus asked his Ha-Lah.

Ha-Lah, however, wasn’t looking at her husband.

She was looking at Serena.

And doing so, she answered, “I want to chat.”

“I think this is a good idea,” Cassius decreed.

“I don’t,” Serena put in. “I was hoping my job would be putting some balls in vises. Then squeezing.”

“I think we have personnel covered,” Cassius pointed out, gesturing to all the men standing in the room.