Samantha tucked the tray of food beneath her gown, glancing left and right before slipping quietly down the dim corridor. The torches along the wall flickered weakly, throwing long shadows that moved like ghosts. Her heart pounded with every step, but she kept walking. Freya hadn’t eaten since morning. She had to get the food to her—no matter what happened.

When she reached the dungeon gates, two guards stood at the entrance, bored and half-drunk. She straightened, trying to keep her voice ...