Chapter 70 Spill

• The lower chamber smelled of stone and cold. Torches guttered in iron sconces, throwing pale light that made everyone look harder and harsher than they were. Naomi’s wrists were bound, but not with cruelty because the guards had been ordered to avoid needless violence. Still, the chill bit deep, hunger and exhaustion ran under her skin like a second heartbeat.
• She had been arrested and locked up for the past three days according to Orion’s command.
• He stood a few feet away, arms folded, as steady as a cliff. Niamh sat on a low stool, hands folded in her lap, watching Naomi like someone watching a storm build. The room had the quiet of a place where dangerous things were decided.