While Ashlynn and her coven gathered over a pot of nourishing fish soup to discuss the details of Isabell's trial and what they could learn from it, a very different conversation was unfolding in the dungeons of Lothian Manor.
Eleanor had been Inquisitor Percivus's prisoner for nearly a week now, though it felt like far longer. The days had begun to blur together in the perpetual gloom of the dungeon, marked only by the irregular visits from her captor and the slow, relentless deterioration of her body as it failed to recover from the miracle she'd performed to save Jocelynn's life.
