I started toward them, but Tram's empty cube-shaped cage barreled toward me end-over-end and flipped over my head, trapping me. The door banged shut before I could flash a hand out to stop it.

No magic in. No magic out. I glanced at the wall of purplish light through the stone bars of my jail, cursing myself for not flinging the pulsing energy at the Counselor when I had the chance. This room was like a cage, but I had torn a hole in it to allow my magic to work. Maybe I ...