Chapter 42 The Prisoner's Song

• Hannah's Point of View
• The throne room was a cathedral of suffering.
• Black pillars rose toward a ceiling lost in shadow, each one carved with images of wolves in chains, wolves on their knees, wolves with their throats open. The torches that lined the walls burned with green flame, casting everything in shades of sickness and decay. And at the far end of the room, on a dais made of fused skulls, sat Victor's throne.