Chapter 113
The third day of the council began with news that wasn't surprising but still managed to piss me off.
Kaela showed up at our room just after dawn. Her expression was somewhere between exhausted and ready to set something on fire.
"They're dead," she said.
I blinked at her, still halfway through brushing my teeth with a frayed twig. "What?"
"The cultists that you captured yesterday," she clarified. "All of them. Poisoned in their cells sometime last night. No confessions. No leads. Nothing."
Bran, already awake and polishing his armor, looked up at her silently. Finn, who had just sat down to eat a piece of slightly burned bread, froze mid-bite.
"Someone got to them way faster than I'd expected," Bran said.
