Chapter 11 · free to read
Nine rings. Every one of them keyed to a different school of magic, so that no single mage alive could hold all nine answers. It had never occurred to anyone to build against a man with no answers at all.
The pinpoint, four rings deep. Not switch off the room. Undo one stitch, then the next, then the next.
Nobody had told him the price, because nobody had ever spent enough of it to find out.
The word was BAIT. She had been mouthing it for six hours.
Artwork and narration generated with AI.