Free Torn (Trylle Trilogy, Book 2) by Amanda Hocking Page A

short at the sight of him. The shocked reaction by Duncan, Finn, and Tove pleased me. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one unfamiliar with this particular type of Vittra. I’m not sure if that meant Oren was very good at keeping secrets, or if Elora was, but I had a feeling it was probably both.
    “Never mind him.” I walked over to the door, pushing the troll out of my way easily.
    He didn’t put up much of a fight. At the sight of the four of us, with Loki as a hostage, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He started to take off, but Tove stopped him, pinning him against a wall and preventing him from alarming anyone.
    “This is pretty weak security,” Duncan said. He watched the hobgoblin wiggle against the wall, while I went over to unlock the door.
    “We didn’t really expect anyone to break in,” Loki said. He enunciated his words more than he needed to, as if he was in pain or talking to a small child.
    “Well, that was pretty stupid,” Duncan laughed. “I mean, she’s the Princess. It’s not rocket science that we’d come after her.”
    “No, I suppose not,” Loki said tightly.
    “I don’t understand this!” I said after futilely twisting at things that did nothing. It had to be the most labyrinthine system of locks I’d ever encountered. I looked to Loki. “Can you do this?”
    He sighed, and Finn jerked on his arm. Both Loki and I glared at him, but Finn only acknowledged mine.
    “Just help her,” Finn said, reluctantly releasing him.
    Wordlessly, Loki went over to the door and began unlocking it. I watched him, and I still didn’t completely understand what he did. The bolts clicked loudly, and I could hear Rhys shouting something from inside the cell. Finn kept his eyes on Loki, watching for a wrong move, and Duncan looked around, commenting on the dankness of the dungeon.
    As soon as the door opened, Matt and Rhys shot out, nearly knocking over Loki in the process. Rhys hugged me in his enthusiasm, and while I couldn’t see the angry look I’m sure Finn gave him over that, I could see the way Matt glared at Finn.
    This whole situation could become an awful mess, but we didn’t have time for it.
    “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?” Matt asked , his eyes locked on Finn.
    “Matt, knock it off,” I said, untangling myself from Rhys’s hug. “He’s here to rescue us, and we have to get out of here. So shut up, and let’s go.”
    “Somebody has to come after us soon, right?” Duncan asked, bewildered by the lack of a counter attack.
    “Let’s just get out of here,” Matt said, taking the cue.
    Tove released the hobgoblin on the wall, and the guys all started rushing ahead, making their escape from the dungeon. I paused, looking at Loki. He stood in front of the cell door, looking weirdly forlorn. His earlier bravado had completely disappeared, and his golden eyes settled on me.
    “Don’t tell Oren we’re gone, okay?” I asked. “At least not right away.”
    “As you wish,” Loki said simply. Something in the way he looked at me stirred up that fluttery feeling I’d had upstairs.
    “Wendy!” Finn snapped.
    I ran to catch up to him, then he took my hand. That small touch felt strong and safe, and sent warm tingles running through me. As we raced up the stairs, holding his hand almost made me forget that he’d hurt me or that we were escaping from an enemy prison.
    The cold night air hit me when we ran outside. Duncan led the way, stumbling through the dark with Rhys at his heels. Both Tove and Matt kept stopping to make sure that Finn and I were coming, with Matt’s gaze particularly wary.
    The ground felt icy, and branches and rocks stung my bare feet. Whenever I slowed down, Finn squeezed my hand, and it spurred me on. The air smelled of winter, like ice and pines, and I heard an owl hooting in the distance.
    I glanced behind me once, but since the palace had no windows to light it up, I could hardly make out its dark shape looming behind us.
    Finn’s