As more screams joined the first, Seraphine flew to the wooden rail at the edge of the platform, leaning as far as the chains around her ankles would let her. Rune was about to push herself to her feet, when her stomach cramped. Like a warm, achy swell in her lower belly. That ache. She spent the better part of every month waiting for it. As something warm and wet pooled between her thighs, a rush of relief came over Rune. Her monthly cycle had started. Fresh blood to cast with …
