Chapter 129

• Dane
• The room felt strange—too empty, too clean. I stepped in, the heavy oak door thudding shut behind me, and stood alone in the middle, boots cold on the stone floor. The place was absolutely sparkling. It was clean.
• The guards had scrubbed it clean of blood, bodies, and all signs of the night's chaos. Bolt torchlight now added soft shadows along the walls, but my eyes were fixed on one point: on the spot where he fell, neck opened wide by Lusia's desperate thrust.