Flashback ( PDFDrive )

FORTY-EIGHT
I KNEW IT!” FITZ YELLED, LUNGING for Alvar again as Sophie
reached for one of her daggers—and the rest of her friends and
bodyguards drew weapons of their own.
“You know nothing,” Gethen assured Fitz, turning to the cloaked
figure on his right. “And let’s make sure this doesn’t take any longer
than necessary.”
“Spread out!” Sophie warned—but she was too late. The figure had
to be Ruy, and he extended his arms, trapping their whole group
inside a force field.
“Don’t!” Sandor shouted as Tarina swung her scythelike weapon at
the wall of white energy, and Grizel barely pulled Tarina back before
she electrocuted herself.
“How sweet,” Gethen said. “Goblins cooperating with a troll—I
doubt that’ll last much longer.”
“It’ll last longer than you will,” Wylie snapped, thrusting his arms
forward and blasting a blue beam into the force field.
“Still using the same tricks?” Ruy asked, waving his hands and
thickening the shield until the world turned blurry, like Vaseline
smeared over glass. “You should try practicing sometime. It does
wonders.”
“It does,” Dex agreed, tossing a handful of shiny brass gadgets
that . . .