“Agreed,” Gahariet said in his smoothest voice. “I know an exit.”
Phuong did, too, but she’d memorized the blueprints before going on this job.
“How do you know an exit that wouldn’t be guarded?”
The three of them were drifting towards the door.
“Our family used to own this building before it was sold and ended up as an auction house.”
“Your family?”
“The royal family. The state, I guess.”
Phuong stopped walking.
“What?”
“We’re princes.” Olivier cut straight to the chase.
Phuong’s breath started coming in fast pants. Out of the frying pan and straight into the roaring fire.
She was sweating now. She really needed to get out of here and away from the Draka princes. She cursed her luck. Of all the people that could break her out of that cage, why did they have to be Draka princes?
“You don’t need to take me. I can get out another way.” Phuong turned away from them.
“You’re safer with us.” Olivier lightly touched Phuong’s upper arm.
Phuong couldn’t think of anything less true, but she tried not to hyperventilate.
“I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”
“You ended up in a cage at an auction. Obviously, you can’t.”
Phuong’s jaw dropped. She glared at Gahariet.
“Why do you even care?”
“Because you drank my blood,” Olivier said.
“Yeah, when I was immobile.”
Olivier had the grace to look ashamed.
“Yeah.”
“What is in dragon blood?”
“That’s a complicated question, but what’s important for you right this moment is that we are blood bound.”
Phuong was dumbstruck. Olivier put his arm around her and drew her with them as Gahariet brought them to the exit.
Then they were leaving the building. As they predicted, there weren’t any guards there.
“What do you mean that I’m blood bound?” she asked, hurrying with them.
“We’re blood bound. You drank my blood and bound yourself to me.”
Phuong looked at the twins, one with amber eyes, the other with green. Phuong broke into a flat-out run.