Arran did not struggle or resist as the Rangers led them into the dungeons below the keep.
His Sense told him that there were two shards of Living Shadow higher up in the keep — Knights, he knew. If he tried to make an escape, the further away he was from them, the better his chances would be.
But more importantly, he would need a plan.
He could not simply rush out and hope for the best — not if he valued his life. He was no longer the foolish boy he'd been when he escaped the Academy prison, and he would not rush into danger blindly — not unless there was no other choice.
And for now, there might be better choices yet. The captain had not looked the least bit surprised by the steward's judgment, which could only mean that he'd planned for this all along.
