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Fire balls burst from the sorcerers’ hands and hovered above us.

One warrior asked, “How many guards?”

Zoe shook his head. “No one is stupid enough to break into his cells, so Adae doesn’t waste his sorcerers by having them sit down here. However, soon as they are alerted of our presence, they will come.”

I stepped toward the door. “Kill or be killed. There cannot be anyone that gets away. We have a small amount of time to grab Azar before Adae comes.”

“Adae is probably waiting for us. Azar gave himself up for you, Adae could be thinking—”

“We don’t have time for theories, just for killing.” I pushed the wooden door open a few inches and peered inside.

The cell lay deep under his castle. The walls were black stone. A dark liquid trickled down parts of the walls. A musty scent coated the cold air.

We entered and slowly stepped inside.

Darkened cells surrounded us, covered in shadows. I could barely see who or what was imprisoned in each one, but I did my best to make sure none were Azar.

Some prisoners groaned when I came by the bars. Others wept and spoke in languages I couldn’t understand. A few cells held massive monsters that were bound with magical glowing chains.

The fire sorcerers pushed their flamed balls through the pathway, giving me more light.

Suddenly, a dark growl sounded further ahead. And I knew the sound.

My heart beats increased.

“Fatou?” Azar spoke from within the darkness. “Do I smell you or. . .is my mind playing tricks on me?”

I rushed forward. “Azar, where are you?”

“Zoe.” Azar growled. “I told you to keep her away from here.”

Silver dust puffed from Zoe as he whispered to me, “He better not kill me.”

“He won’t.” I rushed in the direction of the voice. “I think it’s this cell.”

I stopped at a barred door made of granite and spotted with rust and age.

Excited and nervous, I looked through the bars.

Azar stood in front, gripping Soul-Breaker in his hand. A fierce expression covered his face. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent. “It is really you.”

“It is.”

“Adae wants to use Jade as a weapon. Forget about me and hide her.”

“I could never forget about you.” I backed up and gestured to the sorcerers. “Can you open the door?”

Nodding, the sorcerers went to each side of the door.

Their fire balls remained hovering in the air.

Azar edged several feet back. “Who are these people? I smell fairy magic.”

“They aremypeople.”

The sorcerers raised their hands in the air and then waved them.

A second later, the door glowed orange, lighting up the dark hallway. The cold air grew hotter, smelling like burning cinnamon. Steam rose and swirled along the bars.