Victoria awoke with a pulsing headache.
She kept her eyes shut, letting her senses take in her surroundings before she announced to the world that she was awake.
Wherever she was, it was quiet, and damp, and cold, and reeked of mildew and refuse.
She knew three things before she even opened her eyes.
The first was that at least six hours had passed, because she could wriggle her toes and her fingers, and those movements were enough to tell her that all of her weapons had been removed.
The second was that, because at least six hours had passed and Lukas and the others clearly had not found her, she was either in the royal dungeons in the city or in some cell beneath Cristof's house, awaiting transport.
The third was that her brother was still dead, and even her rage had been a pawn i
