Chapter 41

Dooma stretched out on the bed and laughed. “You fool. If I heal somebody, they become my mindless slaves. Now let’s see how well you fare against your own friends.”

Bartz had to think of something and fast. He didn’t want to hurt his friends, his team, but the feelings certainly weren’t mutual. He was pretty certain that he could hold off Tomas and Falca, but Nata was another story. He had very little defense against her magic. Even if he could handle her, he would still have Dooma to worry about. The situation might not have been as bad as being tied up and surrounded by hordes of angry dogmen, but it was a pretty close second.

Bartz needed to take out his friends with non-deadly force. As for Dooma, all bets were off. He gave the room a quick but thorough once-over now that he was no longer under Dooma’s influence and noticed that there was more to this room than just a larger-than-king-size canopy bed. Much more. Bartz had never been in the king’s personal quarters a