The cell fell silent after my display of power. Eyes that had looked at me with contempt now held a mixture of fear and respect. I helped Eamon to a corner where we could talk privately, away from curious ears.
"I never expected to see you here," I said quietly, examining his gaunt face. Prison had not been kind to him.
Eamon's hands trembled slightly as he settled on the floor beside me. "Nor I you, Mr. Knight. Especially not after all the rumors..."
"What rumors?" I asked.
"That you'd become one of the most powerful men in Havenwood City. That you'd overthrown families who'd stood for generations." His voice dropped to a whisper. "That you were untouchable."
I laughed bitterly. "Clearly not untouchable enough."
The three men I'd just dealt with were being helped to their bunks, their pained groans filling the otherwise silent room. No one dared approach us.
