A smile curved Rey’s lips as he lifted his hands, drawing his galdur and priming himself in seconds. Rolling his neck, he caught sight of the black veins on the back of his hand. It had been days, and his galdur strained so hard to be freed, he scarcely had to think to express it. “What’s the matter with him?” asked one of the King’s Claws, eyes wide as he stared at Rey’s palms.
