“I need to go to the bathroom.” I leaned in closer to the slot, peering up at him. I wanted to catch his eye, but they stayed out of my vision.
“And I told her to go inside the cell,” Ludlow said with pride in his voice.
“Oh come now. She’s not a common mänks. We can’t leave her in squalor!” Loki chastised the troll, sounding genuinely displeased. “Open the door. Let her out.”
“But, sir, I’m not to let her out until the King calls for her.” Ludlow looked up at him nervously.
“You think the King would want her treated this way?” Loki asked, and the hobgoblin wrung his hands. “You can explain to the Majesty that this is all my fault, if it comes to it.”
Ludlow nodded his reluctant compliance. He slid the slot shut, and I let him this time. I stood up and listened to the sounds of the bolts and locks clicking and turning.
“I don’t like this,” Matt said, throwing his disapproval into the ring.
“We don’t have much of a choice,” I whispered. “I got us into this, and I’ll get us out.”
The door opened a bit, and I stood back, expecting it to open farther. I thought Loki would step in, I would use persuasion, and we would be off. But he and Ludlow remained hidden outside.
“Well?” Ludlow asked. “I’m not holding this door open all day.”
Ludlow had left the door open a few inches, barely enough room for me to slide my body through. I squeezed my way out, and as soon as I had, Ludlow slammed the door shut. I stared down at him, already busying himself with locking it up.
“The bathroom is this way,” Loki said.
He gestured down the hall. It had the same dank bricks as the cell I’d been in. The floors were dirt, and torches on the wall lit the way.
“Thanks.” I smiled at Loki and caught his eyes easily. They were really quite beautiful, a dark golden color, but I pushed that thought from my mind.
Concentrating as hard as I could, I started chanting, Let them go. Let us go. Open the cell and let us go. It took a few seconds before I saw any response, but the one I got wasn’t at all what I was expecting.
A bemused smile crossed his lips, and his eyes sparkled with wicked pleasure.
“I bet you don’t even have to go to the bathroom, do you?” Loki smirked at me.
“I – what?” I fumbled, startled that nothing happened.
“I told you we shouldn’t let her out!” Ludlow shouted, defending his position.
“Relax, Ludlow,” Loki said but kept his eyes on me. “She’s fine. Harmless.”
I redoubled my efforts, thinking I hadn’t tried hard enough. Maybe I’d weakened myself by using persuasion on Rhys so recently. Healers were tired and aged after they used their abilities. I was probably the same way, even though I didn’t feel tired.
I had started repeating it in my mind again when Loki waved his hand, stopping me.
“Easy, Princess, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he laughed. “You’re persistent, though. I’ll give you that.”
“So what? You’re immune or something?” I asked.
No point in pretending I hadn’t been trying to use persuasion on him. He obviously knew what I was doing.
“Not exactly. You’re far too unfocused.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching me with that same curious expression he always seemed to have. “You’re quite powerful, though.”
“I thought you said she was harmless,” Ludlow interjected.
“She is. Without training, she’s almost useless,” Loki clarified. “Someday, she’ll be a great asset. Right now, she’s little more than a parlor trick.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
I hurried to rethink the plan. I could definitely take down Ludlow, but I didn’t understand how all the locks worked. Even if I got him out of the way, I wasn’t sure that I could open the door.
Loki stood right in front of me, and I already knew how well I’d fare against him. Besides being taller and stronger than me, he had the ability to knock me out just by looking at me. I had no plan.
“I can see your mind spinning,” Loki said, almost in awe. I tensed up, afraid he might be able to read my mind, and I tried to think of nothing. “I can’t see what’s on your mind. If I had, I wouldn’t have let you out. But now that you are, we might as well make the best of it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked warily, moving away from him.
“You overestimate my interest in you.” Loki grinned broadly. “I prefer my Princesses in unsoiled pajamas.”
My clothes would’ve been relatively clean, if it weren’t for the blood on my sweater and some dirt on my knees. I’m sure I was a mess, but it wasn’t my fault.
“I’m sorry. I usually look much nicer after I take a beating,” I said, and his smile faltered.
“Yes, well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that now.” Loki recovered quickly, his cocky edge returning. “I think it’s time you went and saw Sara.”
“Sir, I really think that’s unwise –” Ludlow tried to interrupt, but Loki glared at him and he shut up.
“What about my friends?” I pointed at the cell.
“They’re not going anywhere.” Loki smiled at his own joke, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
“I know that. But I’m not leaving without them,” I said firmly.
“You’re in luck. You’re not leaving.” Loki started taking a step back, still facing me. “Don’t worry, Princess. They’re perfectly safe. Come on. Talking to Sara would be in your best interest.”
“I’ve already met Sara,” I said, attempting some kind of a protest.
I looked apprehensively at the door, but Loki took another step back. I sighed, deciding that talking to higher ups would probably be the only way I could barter Matt and Rhys’s release. Even if I couldn’t ensure my own.
“How did you know?” I asked as I fell into step with him.
He walked next to me down the hall as we passed several more doors like the one on my cell. I didn’t hear much of anything or see any other hobgoblins standing guard, but I wondered how many other prisoners were here.
“Know what?”
“That I was… you know, trying to persuade you,” I said. “If it wasn’t working, how did you know?”
“Because you’re powerful,” Loki reiterated and gestured to his head. “It’s like a static. I could feel you trying to push your way inside my head.” He shrugged. “You’ll feel it, too, if anyone tries it on you. I’m not sure if it’d work, though.”
“So it doesn’t work on Trylle or Vittra?” I asked, doubting he would give me a straight answer. I wondered why he was telling me anything.
“No, it does. And if you were doing it well, I wouldn’t have felt anything at all,” Loki explained. “But we’re harder to control than mänks. If you do a sloppy job of digging around in our heads, we’ll feel it.”
We reached concrete steps, and Loki bounded up them, barely waiting for me. He showed no concern for me escaping, and he divulged more information than he had to. As far as I could tell, Loki was a really terrible guard. Ludlow should’ve had more authority over him.