Chapter 24 The Court's Enemy

• The ancient chapel was deserted and chilly. Every surface was covered in dust. Weak moonlight was filtered into the corners of the room by faded stained-glass windows, and broken candles stood in corroded holders.
• Evana sat by herself, her arms encircling her knees. Around her wrist, a dimly glowing band of crimson iron was fastened, magic made of Crimson blood to stifle her strength.
• She was no longer a pupil. Not to them.