Mads’s POV

Dread hung over me as the Pantomath’s crew led us onboard his ship. It was extravagant. Needlessly expensive. I could tell by how the engine sounded exactly like Peacemakers, firing out the same amount of energy, but everything else was dressed in fine fabric. Silky tresses that did absolutely nothing for the ship but made it look pretty.

And tripled its price tag.

One of the Pantomath’s goons grabbed Theo roughly, hard enough to leave a ...