The meeting room wasn't nearly as cold as the last time Arabella had been dragged inside.
Then again, her body was no longer exposed and at the mercy of the highs and lows of the temperature around it.
Though her memories of that room weren't kind… The beating, the degradation that those filthy pigs had subjected her to…
How many baths would it take to cleanse herself of their dirt? How many nights before the nightmares relented?
"I demand blood," Cynric's rough voice called her back to reality. The wolfman glared the king down from his standing position as though hoping his eyeballs alone would suffice to melt the man's face.
"You have shed enough of it I believe," king Cedric the second refused to entertain the idea.
"We have not taken a single soul since our arrival, not even this morning in the rear court. Not even after everything that has been done to us! We-" Allegra's voice arose, carrying passion through every syllable.
