I went easily, but they still shoved me down the corridor hard enough that my shoulder scraped stone. The guards didn’t bother hiding their grins. I had seen that look before, men enjoying a job too much. The chain rattled every time I moved. It reminded me of the day I had been exiled. I pushed that thought aside, I pushed those memories aside. The dungeon opened wider near the end, a split row of cells like rotten teeth. They didn’t drag me to the empty side. They dragged me to the one already occupied. I saw her. Amy. Her face lit when she saw me, thin and pale behind bars, but alive. She pressed herself against the iron as the guards threw me into the cell across from hers. The door slammed, the lock clicked, and their boots thundered away. Silence settled, thick and ugly.
“Thorne,” s
