A dangerous silence settled onto the rooftop. Changelings circled up around them, closing off the way back to the stairs. Sarah twitched once in her robe, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to get it free. Not before the changelings shot her. Ocellus didn’t draw a weapon like the others did, but she did seem terrified by everything. She kept glancing back between Sarah and the castle walls, as though one of them might be an illusion that would melt under her attention.