CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sebastian sat in the dark of his cell, and it seemed to press in around him, reducing his world to the small sounds of the house above. There was the scrape of something that might have been a rat moving over stone, a faint drip of water somewhere that said it must have rained in Ashton. Even that small clue to the outside world felt like a precious gift to Sebastian, reminding him that there was something beyond the box of walls his brother had imprisoned him in.
He picked out other sounds too, as people moved through the basement that served to hide his cell. With an effort, he thought he could start to pick out the differences between the people who came to the basement: the heavy tread and loud jokes of the guards, the more hurried movements of the servants rushing t
