“Set them free,” Lorcan said to Morcant. “Of course,” the regent of Ardan said. Then he stepped forwards and punched a knife into Lorcan’s throat. Roisin screamed as Lorcan began to crumple. With one last great surge of strength Lorcan heaved his arm upwards, launching the starstone necklace high into the air. Morcant stared at it, reaching out. There was the whisper of wings, a dark shape swooping down to pluck the necklace from the air, just before Morcant’s fist snapped shut, and then Craf was swooping upwards, a shadow in the night.
