ena

rave. The smell of wet earth a

s marched in. Elara followed close b

air and struck me across the face, the force of it

as demanded, his breath

lood onto the stone fl

s a torturer's scourge, its head covered in small,

as S

imate bane. It is the only substance that

courge. He brought it down dire

to my skin. The metal seared like a branding iron. I could hear the h

s name!" Si

felt as if it were rotting from the Silver's poison.

through bleeding lips.

was ignorant that Hunter was the name of

ilas told Elara. "I want to execute t

ew me into a small wooden cage affixed to the back of their

kin brushed against the Silver. The

e tiny spark of life I had carried-the secret I had never been allowed to speak-was all