(Steel’s POV)
Dragonstone was alive with noise.
The streets were packed, people spilling from doorways and balconies as word spread through the city—Selina White had been captured.
Steel kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as they moved through the narrow alleys toward the heart of the city. They had arrived in the underground caves and taken the elevator up; from there, it had taken only minutes for the whispers to begin.
By the time they reached the main square, the whispers had become a roar.
Selina walked ahead of them, wrists bound in silver, head high but trembling slightly. Her once-pristine dress was torn from the scuffle in Oldtown’s. The glamour she used to wear like armor was gone, and beneath it, she looked almost human. Almost.
Eiko padded beside her, with lazy grace.
