“Also, though it has clearly escaped your great mental prowess, there are four huntsmen standing guard at the end of this corridor.” He prowled the cell like an angry cat. Hackles raised. “So?” “Mother’s tits.” She dragged her forehead across her shoulder in exasperation. “So I realize that I’ve accomplished many extraordinary magical feats in our time together, Beauregard, but even I must admit defeat when confronted with escaping prison, defeating four huntsmen, and fleeing the city with only my damned elbow.”
