“Raphael,” I say weakly. “There’s a secret—”
One of the goons hits me, a sudden punch into my stomach, and my
breath whooshes out. I feel like I’m suffocating.
I glance up. Raphael unsheathes his
“This…this is a fortress belonging to the royal family. Or a rogue
branch of them. The Blue Dragon Project. I saw it labelled on a map. Is it a
weapon? Is the Blue Dragon a weapon of some kind?”
“Is
I think of Nix down in the village, probably pulled from his bed, maybe gagged, definitely ensnared in a net of my own making. Would Farley threaten his wife, his children, to make him come? Or would