Chapter Twenty-six
"Dragon’s Blood"L
eannahn readjusted her mantle and stepped over the smoking body. Sounds of the man's rough laughter still echoed in her ears. He had thought her just another slave. Well, he had stopped laughing soon enough.
Here the dungeon was darker than at Cnos Fada. Thin groans came from almost every cell. Moans echoed from the pit, placed at the darkest corner. Stringy, furry arms groped for her between the bars. Leannahn skirted around, trying to ignore them as she passed.
The farthest cell was silent.
"Eahn?" Leannahn whispered, crouching as once before. No comforting presence stepped behind her. Regret, an alien emotion, closed her throat. The young lord in Cnos Fada had been a kind soul; she could feel it still within her.
The Northern Thorn was chained
