The smell was awful. This time, I didn't have anything on my head. They'd just blindfolded me, but the smell was horrible.
Sweet perfume, magic, sweat, blood, rust, old wood—and animal. Wolves. There were wolves in there, and they were the same as the ones who'd killed the three witches at the Palace.
Even before I'd fully woken up, my heart beat like crazy. Where was I?
Where was Red and Amara? I could smell vampires and witches, but there were more than one of each.
I was caught between moving and staying still to scope out my surroundings. I was sitting on a wooden chair, my hands tied by a thick rope behind my back. They hadn't bothered with my legs. The room we were in was big. There were windows in there, too. I could smell the glass of the panes and the slightly rotten wood of the frames. Candles were burning there, too, and there were a lot of weapons around me.
Footsteps interrupted the complete silence. A door opened ahead of me.
