That night, Ismerie stepped out of her chambers after completing a round of star prayer.
Red and Shadow approached, leading a young man bound with thick leather straps.
He lifted his head, and Ismerie paused.
He was striking. His dark hair was neatly cut, his skin as pale as snow, and long lashes framed features that were lean, sharp, and handsome.
There was no softness or vanity about him, only a fierce, unyielding spirit.
She had never seen anyone so naturally remarkable except Master Anselm himself.
But his temper matched his appearance. He strained against his bonds, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Release me at once. You are all liars!"
"Liars?" A faint smile touched Ismerie's lips.
She glanced at Red and Shadow and noticed the fresh cuts and bruises covering them.
"Explain,"
