By the time we traveled to the Citadel, my desire to just get it over with pressed on my skin from the inside out. And I was about to burst. In this mood, I could bring down the walls with my bare hands—no storm orb needed.
Fisk strung the slingshot between two tree trunks. Bavol and Councilor Shaba Greenblade watched for patrols. They’d increased in frequency the closer we traveled to the Citadel. However, Shaba’s magic was just strong enough to sense them, giving us enough time to avoid the soldiers. Hopefully Phelan’s crew had also avoided the patrols and was now getting ready to target the northern gate.
When the appointed hour arrived, Heli placed the storm orb in the slingshot and, together with Fisk, drew it back and aimed at the Citadel’s south gate. It had been barricaded closed, and no one should be around it at this time of the night. It was also the second-closest gate to the Council Hall. Remembering what had happened to Valek’s back when we blasted the garrison’s wall, I tried to get Fisk and Heli to scoot back a couple...okay, more like twenty feet. Heli assured me she’d be able to direct the storm’s energy around them.
I crouched behind a tree as Fisk and Heli launched the orb. The moonlight reflected off the glass as it sailed through the air. The impact rattled my teeth as sound roared to life, ripped through the barricade and blew chunks of the Citadel’s walls in every direction. Bits of marble and dust rained for a few minutes. However, a bubble of undisturbed vegetation surrounded Heli and Fisk.
“Wow. Teegan wasn’t kidding,” Fisk said in a hushed whisper. “That’s...the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! Is anyone else’s ears ringing?”
“Move now, marvel later,” I said. “Those patrols are all making a beeline straight for us.”
“Right.”
The five of us dashed through the hole and into the Citadel. Businesses and factories occupied most of the area, but a few had been converted into apartments. People were already peering through the windows and coming to investigate the damage. Fisk led the way, and soon we disappeared through the alleys that he knew so well.
We arrived down the street from the Council Hall. Sliding into a shadow, we watched the main entrance. Soon after, a man raced up the steps and disappeared inside to report the blasts. After a few moments, guards streamed into the street. They split into two teams and raced off, leaving only a few behind at the entrance.
Bavol, Shaba and I stepped from the shadows. We climbed the stairs at a stately pace. By the time we reached the door, the four guards pointed swords at our chests.
“At ease, men,” Bavol said in a commanding tone that promised pain if disobeyed. Impressive.
“You don’t give orders,” one man protested.
“I am Councilman Bavol Cacao Zaltana. This is Councilwoman Shaba Greenblade. We do indeed give the orders. Stand down. Now.”
The tips of their weapons wavered.
“Fetch Bruns Jewelrose,” Bavol ordered. “Tell him we await his immediate presence in my office.” Bavol strode into the Council Hall without waiting for an acknowledgment.
Shaba and I followed him. We made it as far as the middle of the lobby. Bruns stood on the stairs amid an impressive array of armed soldiers, Cilly Cloud Mist and a few other magicians. A sly smile spread on Bruns’s face.
I sucked in a breath. Showtime.
Cilly met my gaze. She pressed her lips together, and I sensed a light touch of magic in my mind before it was swallowed by the baby. Confusion creased her expression before she smoothed it out.
Baby, one. Cilly, zero.
“Ah, there you are, Bruns,” Bavol said.
“Bavol, what a...surprise. You shouldn’t have come. It’s much too dangerous for you here.”
So he was going to act civilized. At least, for now.
“Nonsense. This is where I and the rest of the Sitian Council should be. Don’t you agree?”
“No. The Commander has spies and assassins everywhere.”
“We accepted that risk when we were voted by our people to oversee Sitian affairs and protect our citizens. Thanks for stepping in, Bruns, but you’re dismissed. Councilwoman Greenblade and I will take it from here until the others arrive.” Bavol swept a hand out, indicating the crowd. “Everyone, report back to your stations until further notice.”
No one moved.
Bruns clapped. “Bravo. A very convincing performance. However, you don’t know your audience very well. All of them are loyal to me. No Theobroma needed.”
It made sense, but we’d hoped at least a few had been coerced and were beginning to wake up. Time for plan B. Glancing over my shoulder, I confirmed that all the guards were focused on the action happening inside the hall. Then I reached under my tunic and withdrew a glass storm orb. My baby bump diminished by half the size.
Holding it high above my head in both hands, I said, “Surrender now, or I’ll blow us all to bits!”