The last of my hope that someone would notice we were missing dissolved. There was no one else. Not even Lance, who was still in Vejovis.

Gargrave broke the spell, and Paul fell to the ground with a sickening slap of flesh against stone.

Titus made a clucking noise. “Looks like you need to revive him. Again.”

I fought back the urge to be sick, and I realized the reason why he’d chosen to torture Paul over Eli was simply from the pleasure it gave him. Titus pointed his staff at Paul and spoke an incantation I didn’t recognize. A moment later Paul’s uninjured eye slid open. It swiveled around in his head as he surveyed what he could from that position. He looked terrified.

“Paul,” I said, wanting him to know he wasn’t alone anymore. “I’m over here.”

He turned his head in my direction, and when he saw me his whole body convulsed. “No,” he screamed. “Don’t you tell him, Dusty. Don’t you dare. No matter what.”

I flinched at the sound of his fury. There was no lie in him now. He meant what he said. He didn’t want me to give his uncle the knowledge no matter what they did to him.

But I didn’t know if I could do it.

Mustering all my willpower, I forced my gaze away from Paul and onto Titus. If I could block Paul out, pretend he wasn’t there, wasn’t suffering, then maybe I could manage it.

But my resolve faltered a moment later when Gargrave kicked Paul in the stomach. “Save the screaming for when it counts.”

“Stop it!” I shouted. “Don’t hurt him.”

Titus flashed a triumphant grin at me. “Oh, yes. I do believe this will work after all.” Then he pulled the watch off his wrist and disengaged the glamour to reveal his wand. It was short but as thick as a billy club. He raised it above his head, and for a second I thought he intended to use it as a club.

But he pointed the tip at Paul and spoke a word I didn’t know but which made all the hairs on my body stand up on end from the sudden surge of magic. Green flames burst out from the tip of the wand and covered Paul from head to foot, enveloping him like a swarm of insects. Paul writhed on the floor, the veins popping out in his neck as he struggled against the pain, holding in a scream.

“Don’t watch, Dusty,” Eli whispered from beside me.

I knew he was right, but I couldn’t look away. The green flames danced over his body, leaving the skin beneath shiny and red as if burned or bitten. It didn’t matter which. What mattered was that it hurt.

Titus broke the spell a moment later, and Paul slumped against the ground, a moan of relief escaping his lips. His skin was red but not blistered and burned as I’d expected it to be. For a second I thought it was over, but Titus conjured the spell again, the green flames brighter than before.

Paul couldn’t keep in the scream this time. The spell seemed to rip it out of him. The sound of his pain cut into me like jagged glass. I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t watch him suffer when I had the means of putting an end to it.

“Stop!” I screamed. “I’ll tell you, but you’ve got to stop.” I knew that once he had what he needed Titus would kill us, but I didn’t care. At least it would be over.

Titus broke the spell and faced me, one hand on his hip, the other hanging at his side with his wand pointed at the floor. “Go ahead then.”

“Don’t, Dusty,” Paul whispered through bruised and bloodied lips. “I’m not worth it.”

I ignored him. I needed all my focus now. Gargrave was good at mind-magic, and he was paying attention. I needed him to know I was telling the truth. “To access it press the home button three times and then swipe to the left twice.”

“Stop!” Paul lurched to his knees, but Gargrave kicked him back down.

“Yes, now we’re making progress.” Titus flipped the phone around so that everyone could see my instructions had worked.

I exhaled, my heart beating in my throat. “And the pass code is—”

“Don’t, please don’t,” Paul said, his voice a moan now.

“Five-two-one-one-three-eight.” The lie came easily. Thank goodness my locker combination was six digits.

Titus beamed as he started to enter the numbers, and I spoke a silent prayer that they’d already tried to open it twice before and that this time the phone would self-destruct.

“Wait,” Gargrave said.

Titus’s fingertip froze on the screen. “What is it?”

“She’s lying.”

My heart rate sped up, but I managed not to blink or fidget. “No, I’m not.”

Titus frowned, his gaze shifting from Gargrave to me then back again. “I thought she had you blocked out?”

“She did, but he didn’t.” Gargrave pointed at Paul. “Not this time. I caught it. Just for a second when she said those numbers. His surprise gave him away. They’re wrong, and he knows it.”

Titus lowered his hand from the phone’s screen. He came forward and looked down at his nephew. Then he looked up at me, his expression appraising. “It seems I might’ve been wrong about the pressure point here. If she won’t cave for him, maybe he will cave for her. Kaio-dontia.”

I didn’t have time to react, not even to flinch. The green flames enveloped me, obscuring my sight and muffling my hearing. But these things only mattered for a second, because in the next there was nothing but pain. I was being burned alive, the flames like a thousand flies eating away at my flesh with teeth made of red-hot needles. I screamed without even being aware of it, the sound an involuntary expulsion of the agony charging through my body.