Basharr’s prison was carved directly into the sheer sides of Blackwood Mountain. It was known as the Forbidden Wing of the palace. It anchored the brilliant glass of the palace to the stone the capital was built on. Violet had never been before and now her first time was as a resident, with shackles around her wrists. She stumbled over the uneven rock floor.

“Keep walking,” Dana growled.

The captain had decided to personally escort her.

“I really don’t deserve ...