Ashes. My girl. Bound and gagged, tied to a table and seeming a whole lot like she was just waking from being unconscious. But she was alive—that had to mean something. They hadn’t killed her. “Jocelyn mentioned that you may require a heavy hand to keep your mouths shut, and that you wouldn’t trust anything not seen with your own eyes. So here we are.” The first elder had risen from his seat and approached our captive love. “Take this as your one and only warning. If you disobey this council again, it will be you.”
shit
