The air in the master suite was thick with the scent of lilies and the metallic tang of Rhiannon’s fresh blood. Outside the heavy oak doors, the sounds of the m******e were muted by thick walls, but the vibrations- the heavy, rhythmic thuds of a mountain coming apart, shook the crystal chandelier overhead.
"Put it on," Gorgon hissed again, his voice cracking with a manic, high-pitched edge.
He threw the nightdress at her. It was a shimmering, translucent slip of midnight-blue silk, threaded with real silver that caught the light like trapped stars. In any other life, it would have been a masterpiece. Here, it was a effigy.
Rhiannon stood in the center of the room, her knees trembling from the lingering effects of the drug, but her eyes never left Gorgon. Her tunic was shredded, reve
