Malrik POV

I didn't need anyone to say it we were under attack.

A choking gas filled the cabin and hit my throat like fire the instant I breathed. Vision blurred, a jagged pain split my skull, and blood ran from my nose; the metallic tang in my mouth told me everything. Poison.

There was no choice but to run.

Cold air slammed into me the moment we burst outside, but it did nothing to clear the fog in my head. My limbs felt leaden, my reflexes dulled. Had they tracked us from the banquet? ...