Ayda’s POV

In the brief time I’ve come to call Castle Lykaia home, I’d never seen the castle go dark.

A miasma had fallen on Castle Lykaia like a funeral shroud, wraith-like, as it drained the castle of whatever life still lingered in its halls. For a moment, I was worried, frightened that Narcissa had managed to do the unthinkable with her cult, and once I’d opened the door, I’d be confronted with my worst fears. ...