Lulu

Anger burned hotter than the pain across my back. I could feel my wolf, Pyrrha, clawing at the walls of my mind, her fangs itching to rip Niobe’s throat out.

Siphora—Caspian’s trusted aide, the woman who handled the magical affairs at Sapphire Water—was just standing there. She wasn’t being tortured. She wasn’t being held captive. She was chatting with that robed sorcerer like they were discussing the weather at a morning market.

I grabbed Caspian’s arm. My nails lengthened, ...