CARDAN MONTESSORI
She thinks I don't know!
The moon hung low over the packhouse, a silver eye watching me as I walked through the dark corridor that led to the underground cells. The guards who saw me didn’t dare ask where I was going… they only bowed slightly, as if the air had shifted and they knew something dangerous followed me. Maybe they were right.
I wasn’t supposed to be there. I was the one who ordered her imprisonment. But I couldn’t sleep. Not after hearing her voice echo in my head all evening… the way she had cried out when the guards dragged her away, the disbelief in her eyes when I’d sentenced her without listening.
When I got to the last cell, she was sitting on the cold floor, back against the wall, legs folded, hair messy. Nova.
The torchlight flickered across her
