It was late in the evening when Syanna finally settled in the tower chamber of Dun Tynne granted to her. It was fine enough to remind her of what she’d lost, yet still tinged with the coldness of exile. A cluster of letters lay before her, each containing blackmail threats penned carefully to draw Dettlaff into her deadly game. He would never suspect that the captors of his beloved and the captive was the same person. The letters listed him 5 names. 5 people he would have to remove off this earth.

Her hand reached out to take a sip of some ducal Sangreal wine she had stolen. She put it down when just then the door opened without warning. Startled, she knocked over the goblet. The rich wine spilled a bit on one letter, leaving a stain, but not obstructing the .

“Damn it, I told anyone was to knock if there was anything!”