Chapter 41

Catrìona crept through the dark passage, a hand outstretched in front of her, touching the wall. Even with the lit candle in her other hand, the light didn't reach far; the tunnel seeming to absorb light. Similar to the way the tunnel's owner absorbed love and joy with his presence, leaving only despair and hate. It was time for her report to Lord Ravenscroft, a day she detested with all the fervo