The rain hammered louder. Elara looked at the ring, then at the woman who had commanded and confided in her in equal measure.
But in the corner of the room, the shadows seemed deeper. And from somewhere far above, in the east tower, she heard the faint, satisfied whisper of a woman’s voice. missax - do this for me
“Elara,” she said, her voice low and smooth as polished stone. “Do this for me.” The rain hammered louder