‘Put it under your nostrils Kotionek’ he said in my head.
I swallowed hard, and did just that.
The room was round, built in old stone, with a drain in the center of the floor and chains bolted into the walls.
And there she was.
Jasper’s mother.
The former Luna of Crescent Moon.
My ex mother-in-law.
Her wrists were shackled above her head, silver cuffs biting into skin that had probably never known anything rougher than silk unless she had chosen it. More silver circled her throat, her ankles, her waist. Her hair had come loose from its perfect twist, pale strands sticking to the sweat on her face.
Still beautiful.
Still proud.
Still looking at the world as if it had forgotten its place beneath her feet.
“I have done nothing,” she hissed the moment we entered. “Nothing. This is
