Lincoln shook his orange-haired head stubbornly. “It's not happening, m'lady. I'm your Seer Fey Guardian by rights of the treaty set forth by your great-great-great by hundreds of years grandfather, and I can't break the pact. You remember the pact? The one that produced the Amulet that everyone seems to think is so important? There is no way I'm letting you sneak into Sebastian's camp when you are who you are and he is who he is, and nothing stands between you and death if you're caught.” Kinna yanked on her fiery-red braid in frustration. “I can't afford to mess this up, Linc,” she pleaded as dusk layered the Plains. “Chennuh is so big, and if he accidentally hits anything, invisible or not, Cedric will remain trapped, and likely we'll hang from Sebastian's gallows at dawn.” “Did he look well, then?” Lincoln asked, his typical teasing attitude temporarily gone. Kinna shook her head. “He was very thin.”
