Chapter 27
The scent of flowers and rot drifted past my nose and under my chin. The Queen was manipulating air currents in a way that felt almost tangible....
I tried to jerk away, but it was impossible to jerk away from my own shock collar. The slightest pressure on my throat suggested buttons were being indented. Then pain overwhelmed me once again.
I lost some unknown length of time after that. When I came back to myself, I was no longer under stone, but out in the open. The sun was bright on my face, first on my right cheek then on my left cheek.
I was rotating. Slowly at first, then faster. Something harsh ripped at my arms, my throat, my legs. Floral-scented wind slapped me. Cold. I was n***d.
Then I wasn’t. Fabric that had been light as butterfly wings in the Millinery now weig
