CHAPTER 16: THE FURROWS OF PAIN
PART I: THE CONVOY OF INFAMY
Darkness was no longer a protective cloak, but a moving cell. For Mia and Béa, the night had not ended with a sunrise, but with a crash of metal and raucous screams. Before dawn could even pierce the leaden sky above Krane’s fortress, the doors of their dungeon flew into splinters.
They were shoved around with gratuitous savagery. Calloused hands grabbed them by the hair and shoulders, tearing them from a heavy sleep. Mia tried to struggle, but a blow to the stomach doubled her over. Before she could catch her breath, a gag of coarse cloth, steeped in the smell of old sweat and grease, was tied behind her neck, stifling her protests. A terrified Béa suffered the same fate. Their wrists, already bruised by silver, were bound so
