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Unfortunately, Neve’s warning comes just a fraction of a second too late. You’ve just shifted your weight from one side to the other to break into a run when the paralysis spell hits you and immobilizes your feet on the spot. You tug at one foot, but it’s frozen to the arena floor—and your companions are in the same predicament.

Looking up from your useless feet, you see a tall man moving toward you, richly clad in deep crimson robes with gold ornamentation. It’s clear that he’s a person of power and influence, not least because there are three mages in your group and even they don’t seem to be able to free themselves from the spell he’s cast.

“Thank you for coming,” he says. “I’m so glad you were able to join me. Now, Viper…”

Instinctively, you lean to one side, shielding Ashur as much as possible; beside you, Dorian is doing the same.

“Please,” the magister says. “Let’s keep this cordial. All I want is your name, your face. Take off the mask and look me in the eye.”

You can’t let him have Ashur’s identity. Even after your short time in the Shadow Dragons, you know it’s vital to keep this secret.

• To let Dorian cast a glamour, turn to page 79.
• To let Tarquin try something else, turn to page 82.