Lyanna woke up in pain. Then slowly, she recognized her location and situation as her mind struggled to grasp the reality.
She tried to move and realized she was hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were pulled above her head, and her toes were barely touching the floor.
She was in a dungeon built specifically to imprison vampires. But Azrael was nowhere to be seen. The separation was even worse than the physical pain.
She then heard the sound of footsteps outside her cell. Someone swung the door open. Lyanna recognized her immediately. It was Inquisitor Sora, the council member who had presented the fabricated evidence during their failed negotiation. She looked at Lyanna with satisfaction.
"Good, you're awake. I wanted you to be conscious of this conversation." Sora said as she circled Lyanna like a predator assessing its prey. "Do you know where you are?"
Lyanna didn't reply.
