“You opened the cages.” Nina’s voice was shaky with disbelief, though who knew what might be real or performance with her. He refused to look in her direction. If he did, he’d lose all sense of reality. He was barely hanging on as it was. “Jesper was supposed to wait until three bells,” said the pale boy. “It is three bells, Kaz,” replied a small girl in the corner with dark hair and deep bronze Suli skin. A figure covered in welts and bandages was leaning against her. “Since when is Jesper punctual?” the boy complained with a glance at his watch.
