Whiteh

high window, pooling on the polished floor. I stood in the shad

racelet, I hadn't felt triumph.

mage. She was my property, my companion, and by extension, an extension of the House of Whitehead. Any insul

e was just tormenting a human, but she didn't understand tha

had no

fluence of her fam

ps. He bowed low. "Lord Whitehead, your mother, Lady

e was shrewder than Blanche, and colder. She never did anything without a purpose. But what purpose could she

back into the shadows, my mind chu

Mood

ng her to drink some calming herbal

expression carved from stone. "Ava Moody," she announced i

head. Alton's mother. A woman infi

at me with anything other than disdain. I

s particular moment

had wrinkled when she bumped into me. I took a d

ng, winding corridors toward the East

alls watched me pass, their painted eyes cold and

ak like I was before. Whatever

a set of ornate, carved woo

e called from withi

arlor was thick with the scent of expensive, clo

vet sofa, sipping red tea fr

sing me as if I were a piece of livestock

. She left me standing in t

When she finally spoke, her first word

ton will soon be holding a Weaving

ing ce

rituals. A binding of sou

iliation in the great hall.