It could have been worse. It might have been a brothel. Give the man his dues. Not an arrest as such. She had never heard such a thing. If it was not an arrest, why the blazes was she greeted with the words, Let me take you to your cell, even before the sealed orders from the Black Wolf were prised apart? Sealed orders from the Black Wolf, clearly being on a par with those from God Almighty.
Although quite how Kara McGurkie, traitorous whore, pathetic excuse for a mother, and abandoned wife, had been explained within these orders? Well. What wouldn't she give to be a fly on that wall? But she hadn't.
She turned her gaze from her consideration of it, of what the sisters probably thought of her, nothing less than she could think herself, dragged a breath of stone-cold air into her lungs.