Drake struggles against the hold of the stranger. He tries to slip his head through the man’s arm, but the grip is only tightened, choking him further. He reaches to his left side to grab his dagger, but he is yanked back, his arm flailing.

“I told you,” the shadow seethes, “Not to even try.”

“Unhand me,” Drake commands, annoyance bursting in his chest. Who does this man believe he is?

“You’re used to giving orders, aren’t you, Prince Drake.” The ...