The cell door slammed shut, and Marina was alone in the darkness.

Not the Howling Cages this time. Just a stone room beneath the pack house, silver bars that suppressed her magic but didn't burn. Almost merciful compared to her first imprisonment.

Which somehow made it worse.

Through the bond, she felt Silvain pacing above her. Felt his anguish, his certainty that he'd made the wrong choice, his equally strong belief that he'd made the only choice possible.

I didn't kill Moonseer, Marina sent through their connection. Someone used my shadow signature to frame me.

I know. His mental voice was tired. But knowing and proving are different things. And...