Chapter Sixteen
Caspar spent an uneasy and uncomfortable night slumped on the floor of his prison. He still couldn’t see, though partway through the night he managed to shunt his hood far enough upwards to allow him to see a sliver of … nothing underneath. The effort wrenched his neck and gave him a headache, so he spent the next hour lying in a pained heap on the bare floor—naturally he had not been given anything to sleep on, for why would they choose to promote his comfort? The more unhappy they could make him, the sooner he would capitulate.
At least it was the height of spring, and warm. That was a blessing. His skin shivered in revulsion at the thought of his misery if all this had happened in winter.
When dawn came, he knew about it because a faint glow reached the one eye that w
