"Worst death god ever," someone, probably Lily, muttered. I motioned for them to shush. Although we crept through the walls and had a good six inches of solid stone between us and anyone who might hear us, I didn"t want to take any chances. Who would have guessed that they"d have that level of security in the dungeon? As far as I could tell, there was nothing to guard except the entrance to the secret passages and one lone Fae prisoner.
Yes, I wanted to find out how Roshal had ended up down there—Fae council members tended to be a protected bunch—but I respected his need to conserve his strength, especially if he"d been tormented by the spirits of his past. Had the ghouls in the cells been put there to torture prisoners, driving them mad with incessant whispering until they took their own
