*Starblood Dungeon – Night*

 The Starblood dungeons had grown colder with the changing of the moon. Water trickled down the stone walls, settling in the rough grooves below. Chains rattled softly whenever Lesley moved—a restless, predatory sort of pacing even though she could barely take two steps before the silver bit her skin.

 She had counted the hours by those drips. Counted the days by the rotations of guards. Counted every whispered rumor she overheard as they passed, piecing ...