Free Freya's Freedom (The Tower and the Eye Book 3) by Kira Morgana

spend some quality time together.”
    Vrenstalliren threw himself backward, her nails ripping the material away from his body.
    “No! I am a Paladin of Espilieth; your wiles cannot affect me.”
    She laughed and tossed the ruined leggings aside.
    “I shall look forward to trying, though, your Grace.” Her gaze lingered on his groin for a second before the Dark Mistress spun and stalked back to Freya.
    “You have been such a very naughty girl,” she said, her fingers delicately tracing the drying scratches on Freya’s cheek. “You have upset some important people and now you will reap the reward of such disobedience.”
    Freya flinched.
    “What do you mean? The only important people I know have all been happy with my efforts.”
    The Dark Mistress laughed.
    “Those are in the past. The people you need to please now, are the ones watching every move you make.” She stretched her arms and sighed. “But first we have to make you sorry for what you did.”
    Stepping to one side, the Dark Mistress pulled a lever, which started the wheel turning slowly.
    Freya looked down and saw the water and the fish coming closer to her head. “I haven’t done anything! I haven’t hurt anyone or stolen anything. Why are you doing this?” Her hair started to dip into the water, the fish tugging on it eagerly.
    “I do this because I am told to.” She paused, and then giggled. “Of course, I enjoy it as well.”
    The ends of Freya’s hair were almost touching the water. The fish jumped at it and Freya shrieked as several hairs were torn from her scalp by the eager piscines.
    The Dark Mistress pressed a button and the wheel halted, squeaking.
    “Are you sorry?”
    “I haven’t done anything!” Freya screamed as another fish leapt from the water and nipped the end of her nose.
    “My babies are hungry today, it seems,” the mistress smiled. “They only ate a Gremlin yesterday. I wonder what sort of mess they could make of that beautiful face of yours.”
    “No. Please, don’t hurt me.” Blood from her nose fell into the water, sending the fish into a feeding frenzy. “I don’t understand why I’m here, or why you’re doing this!”
    The door to the Torture Chamber flew open.
    “Halt!” A familiar voice bellowed, the Jinran accent rolling around the capacious room. “You shall not continue with this barbarity.”
    “Grald!” Freya squealed with delight.
    The Mistress turned and hissed.
    “You will not stop me, I am protected.” She snapped her fingers; instantly they were surrounded by a group of Dragon Spawn.
    They hissed and spat at Grald as he advanced, bared blade held high. One dragon spawn leapt at him and Grald knocked it away with his shield. The creature landed in the small pool and shrieked as the water bubbled around it.
    “Hmm. Won’t need to feed that shoal tonight,” the Mistress laughed.
    “Glad to be of service,” Grald snarled, splitting a second Dragon Spawn in two with one blow.
    “Watch out!” Vrenstalliren shouted as several dragon spawn appeared behind the knight.
    Grald saluted the encaged Paladin and spun, slicing through three of the Spawn before they had moved.
    Freya watched, entranced by her brother’s skills with a sword. How did he improve his sword work so much? It’s hard to follow him while I hang up side down, but when he left Jira, he was good, but only in one on one, never melee. He always got knocked out in the arena battles.
    Another Dragon Spawn lunged at Grald and managed to grab his shield. He slammed it into a nearby column and dropped it down the opening of a pit. A roar echoed up from below and a shriek as whatever was in the pit devoured the dragon spawn.
    “My, my. What a warrior we have here,” the Dark Mistress purred to Freya. “He’s too good for these idiots. I may have to take him on myself.”
    “He’ll have you chopped into pieces before you can touch him,” Vrenstalliren crowed from the holding cell. “You’ll be gremlin fodder.”
    “Sadly,