"...your cousin Eleanor is dead at the hands of the Inquisition, and for a time, your sister was their prisoner…"
The words froze everyone in the dining room. Isabell nearly dropped her tea. It had been less than a month since Eleanor came to her, hoping that she could help Jocelynn to recognize the peril she was in as the veneer of civility that concealed Owain's cruelty grew thinner and thinner around her young charge. To hear that she was dead…
A few seats away from her, Ignatious's face grew dark at the news that his former order was responsible for this. There weren't many things that could cause the Inquisition to turn on other members of the Church, and for a Confessor to die at the hands of an Inquisitor was almost unheard of.
