Rogue master POV
The woman in the cage whimpered, a low keening sound that echoed through the stone dungeon. Her body sagged, wrists chained above her head, blood dropping to the floor across her pale skin.
But her eyes still held defiance. I hated that she was proving stubborn. Weak creatures always confusing hope with strength. But I knew better. Pain stripped the illusions of hope. Pain was truth.
I stepped closer, boots scraping against the damp floor. She stiffened.
"Where is she?" My voice was low, razor-sharp. "The Luna Goodness's daughter. Where is she hiding?"
Silence. still refusing to talk.
"You know." I crouched, reaching for the bowl beside me. "Your kind always know things."
The silver glinted under the torchlight. I dipped my gloved fingers into it and smeared a trail down her shoulder, watching the reaction as it sizzled. Her breath hitched. Still, no words. I liked that. It made what came next justified.
