I stood outside a familiar wooden door, glaring at it as if it was the offensive crap I had to deal with, not the asshole waiting on the other side. I'd spent some time here myself, locked up in the Stronghold tower. So had Ameline.

Bad memories. Time to make new ones.

I wanted to charge inside, to confront Belaisle and pin him to the ground with my magic. Maybe crush him a little. Just until his bones creaked and fluids oozed out ...