Kael
Kael regretted the words at once. Elowen had nothing to do with ther dead spy. She probably didn't even know there had been a spy.
He didn't mean to taunt her with her daughter. But the woman didn't care about anything except her daughter.
Elowen.
Maybe that was how she knew everything. Maybe Elowen still got information to her.
The woman rattled her chains, yanking hard enough that they scraped against the stone walls. The sound grated on Kael’s nerves but he refused to give her the satisfaction of asking her to stop.
She took a step forward, into the narrow slant of moonlight seeping through the iron-barred window.
Kael tensed but didn’t move.
She was still beautiful. Age had touched her, but lightly, as if afraid. Almost fifty now, yet she looked like a woman untouched
