Entwined (The Entwined Duology #1)

I kept my chin high as I stepped out of the police wagon in front of the station. My cheeks still felt cool with shock, but the short ride had given me time to compose myself.

People in the street stared—curious, fascinated, accusatory—as I raised my bound hands to adjust my hat, tilting my head at a dignified angle to hide my features.

More stares beset me as I entered the station proper, passing through a waiting room full of petitioners. A clerk handed the constable, Blakely, a sheaf of papers which he began to fill out, conversing with her quietly as Detective Supford and I passed into a hallway.

I expected further interrogation. I had prepared for it. But instead I was divested of my possessions, including my hat (which I found rather unnecessary). Then I was deposited in an isolated cell, hidden in the back of the station, and left to stew for an unmarked stretch of time.