Zipporah smirked to herself as she descended the stone steps.
The assembly had come to a close and they were all free to go. As she walked down the steps that wound around the walls and led to the lower part of the fortress, to the base level of the dungeons. Her lips curved into a wry smile.
For a moment there, she thought she had been caught.
Thanks to her quick response, she had shifted the blame to the nymphs. Removing herself from close scrutiny. It would have been a catastrophe if he found out she was the supposed thief.
A blow to her ego.
Howls echoed through this level from different creatures she had captured with the help of Waylon's men and locked up in these dungeons, to use their blood for her dark magic.
"Silence!" she snapped at them, her voice dripping with malice.
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