Chadstone clawed his way through the darkness. He felt his chest rise and fall with short, panicked breaths, and realized that this was what humans felt the first time they stepped into one of his snares.
This was fear.
No, it was sheer terror, because he couldn’t see a thing, could only feel the thick bindings of magic, and he didn’t know where Dakshana was - or what they’d done to her.
Chadstone wrenched his name-shard off his neck, broke the cord, drove it into the palm of his hand to spill as much blood as possible.
Then he cast.
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