Chapter 115

Alvara's Point of View

By morning, Sybil was already out of her cell. Her last meal had been shrimp scampy. Her last drink was fountain water. Dargan had taken her request last night. Delivered it to her before the sun even rose.

This didn't mean she had accepted her fate. On the contrary. Had pleaded several times with Ciaran to spare her. Mercy for the healer who had done so much for them. But that was exactly why he had no mercy for her. The street they had occupied went both ways and she had betrayed their terms of the contract. Not just their physical contract but the unspoken one as well. 

Ciaran had seen her as another mother figure. Someone he held to incredibly high standards. Then she had turned around and hurt him in the most fragile parts of his heart. The part where only his mother was allowed to dwell. What happened to her now was her own fault.

If Sybil had come to Ciaran with what was happening the moment