They gave me Ameline's cell. Of course they did. I sat, dressed in a white robe just like hers, bare footed on the cold stone floor. My magic was intact, at least. They'd done nothing to block it off. Which made me wonder about the wards in the stronghold and why they weren't worried I'd bolt.

Which I planned to do. Eventually.

This time was very different from the last. No nice suite of rooms, no playing at "asking me questions." No fooling around with the coven leader ...