The Shackle retracted, dropping noiselessly from his arm and onto the quilt. Caeden stared at it, stunned, for a few moments. It had come off. He’d done it, though he had no idea how. Then he felt a flash of panic. Karaliene would know. Wouldn’t she? The princess was most probably asleep at this hour; perhaps it would go unnoticed, at least for a time. He waited in
