Mia chewed her lip, huddled underneath the back of the dresser in the corner of the room.
Ford had let the magic drop away, leaving the little group to stare at each other in silent trepidation.
This was the best place to hide, or so her magic asserted.
She would prefer to be much, much further away, but if this were the place the Emperor were least likely to look for them, then that was good enough for her.
She tried not to pace, though there was room enough down here.
Mia glanced down at Uncle Trace, who was unconscious on the cold stone floor. She hoped he would be all right. They had nothing to offer him to help recover his magic quicker or cure what was wrong with him.
That was a shame. She wanted to be doing anything helpful. Anything productive.
Martin, Ford, Uncle Trace, and Princess Sapphira were down here with her. She should try to be calm.
