7
The Rookery
Alasyr Ravenwood thundered through the starlit halls of The Rookery, chaos resounding in every knock of his heavy boots against the dampened stone.
He had never, in all his life, felt such powerful rage. It had so many sources he knew not where to best direct it. Ravenna. His mother, father. The Derehams. That girl with the tainted blood and barbed tongue in Wulfsgate.
How was he the only one who still concerned himself with Ravenna’s fate? The search for her, if one could call it that, had been haphazard and brief. How quickly the conversation had shifted from finding her to repudiating her. All efforts were now on preparing Ryandyr to take her place. Ryandyr! She was a child, and Ravenna was... was...
Alasyr leaned over the balustrade and launched a silent scream into
