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around, the horses’ hooves kicking up earth. The drawbridge lowered with a rattle of chains, hitting the ground with a thud I felt vibrate through my bones. The wagon hastened into the shelter of the keep, rattling over the wooden drawbridge.
    The gate descended with a clang, closing behind them. Everything inside me wilted as the drawbridge cranked back up and slid home with a jarring clank, shutting her out. Snuffing out that tiny flame of hope inside me.
    Silence fell, an eerie quiet after all the noise. She looked around, her head the only thing mobile. The immense, stone-walled keep gazed back at her solemnly. I shivered, feeling the cold in the cell.
    Watching her, I knew how she felt. I knew the loneliness. The king’s voice rang out, shattering the silence.
    My gaze found his robed shape standing atop the battlements. Hatred welled up inside me at the sight of his face. “May this humble token serve as a testament to our deference, to ourlimitless respect and awe. . . .”
    The rest of his words faded into a droning buzz. I knew them by heart—had heard them all my life.
    She scanned the firelit faces, searching for one, her lips moving, mouthing what I knew was my name in a soundless plea. It was there, wordlessly humming between us. She clung to the feeble hope that I would come. That I would stop all this from happening.
    That I would keep my promise.
    I shook the bars with impotent fury.
    The king finished and silence fell again. The gray deepened to purply black and the fog melted, giving way for night again. I scanned the distant tree line. Dark shadows swelled from the thicket, their black, growing claws stretching across the barren land toward her.
    My chest hurt. Each breath an agony. She held herself so still. Her gaze trained on the faces watching her. Family. People she’d known all her life. No one to help her.
    I’m here. I’m with you. I willed the words to her as though she could hear them.
    She couldn’t believe that I didn’t care. She had to know. I had not abandoned her.
    At the first inhuman cry, her body came alive, struggling against the ropes. Just as I’d seen countless others do. I had always marveled at that, wondered why they bothered fighting when it was so clear they couldn’t escape. Now I knew. The will to live was a powerful thing.
    I screamed her name, shouting it between the bars until my voice grew hoarse.
    They were coming and still she fought, choking on terror. Even though she knew there was no going back inside the keep, she battled for life. The keening cries increased in volume and overlapped. She struggled, her hair flying wildly.
    Finally their horrible cries stopped. And so did she. She stilled.
    I watched, my throat raw, my eyes wide and aching as I searched the darkness, fear bubbling like acid inside me. I knew what it meant when they quieted.
    My heart thudded a deep, rushing beat in my ears. I sagged against the wall, utterly broken, my hands numb on the bars as my eyes strained against the relentless dark—darting, seeking, searching for their shapes in the impenetrable black where they hovered.
    They were there. A single whisper escaped me.
    â€œBethan.”
    The only answer I heard was her scream.
    I woke with a ragged gasp, hands gripping the sheets like they were the bars of the prison cell from all those years ago.
    It was the same dream. Except it had been a while since I last suffered it.
    I inhaled, steadying my heart rate and forcing the images away. Lacing hands behind my head, I stared into the dark. It had been a long time since I felt a bed beneath me. I had spentmany a night staring into the dark, sleeping in far less comfortable accommodations, storing up my strength.
    I should have been enjoying a dreamless sleep. This was the most secure I’d been in a long time. I should have been taking advantage of that. Instead I was trapped in the old nightmare. I scrubbed a hand over my face as if I could