“Please, Mistress Silveri, please tell me. I’ve got to know. Who was killed by the Noswraith I made? Who was it?” Her brow puckers and her eyes gleam in the candlelight, bright with sorrow. For a moment I fear she won’t answer; I fear she will simply send me away. But at last, she sighs. “Dasyra.” The name falls from her lips, heavy as a stone. “Queen Dasyra of Aurelis. His mother.”
