I stared across the pit at the cell where I’d been kept, where my father had put me and warded the bars to keep me in. Then I smiled at the bent bars that I’d forced open when my magick had returned to me in an avalanche when I’d seen a small moon fae girl being tossed into the pit. She’d been the catalyst for my magick to surge and return to me. And her capture again had been the spark to set my plan in motion to finally kill my father. Refusing to contemplate that for long, I continued down another corridor leading off of the pit.
