This chapter arrives Friday. Until then, a taste of what is coming:

The village drags Wrenna into its judgment — a kitchen-and-chapel inquisition where Tomas, the priest, and the respectable wives demand she name the Wolf's den and repent the ruin they need her to confess. Instead she tells the truth in pieces too certain to be mistaken for madness: she ran, she chose, she opened the door.

That night Kael comes through her unbarred window, and every touch is a rebuttal, every pleasure a sentence struck from their record. The chapter ends with Mother Ysolde placing the red cloak in her daughter's hands: 'Then wear it properly.'