The smell of raw wool and cedar oil was supposed to be comforting, but for a split second, Verona was back in the damp.
It was funny. Well… not funny "ha-ha," but strange, how the mind traps memories like flies in amber. In that other life, the one that ended in a spray of blood and the snap of a tether, the Prison had been her world. And across from her cell, there had been a man.
