The holding rooms beneath the Lunaris hall were not dungeons like many who were brought there had thought at first. There were no chains bolted to the walls, no guttering torches set too high to reach. The Lunaris were not a clan that kept prisoners in squalor as a matter of pride. But the rooms were cold, having no hearths installed because no one was kept there for too long and the single oil lamp on the shelf near the door threw more shadow than light.
Tahla had been in these rooms before, but she had never expected to come down here for him.
Zephael fell into step beside her without being asked, which she appreciated. He did not speak and did not offer her reassurances she hadn't requested. He simply walked with her down the corridor until they reached the door, and then he stopped a
