Chapter 36 The Shadow In The Smoke
- The cell smelled of damp stone and blood. My wrists ached from the iron cuffs, the weight of silver burning into my skin. Across the room, Liora stirred, her head lolling forward before snapping up with a gasp.
- “Where—” her voice cracked. “Where are we?”
- “In the fortress,” I whispered, though my voice shook. “Far from the northern gate.”