Royal Guard squad leader Cassandra's body lay limp on the cot, barely tethered to life. Her breath was shallow, her skin clammy, and her wounds too many to count.
Numerous bruises and scars marred her flesh, evidence of her brutal captivity. Or rather, the brutal way she became a captive. Being ganged up on by a dozen plus women of such strange classes…
After becoming a captive, no one raised a finger against the woman, for there was no reason to. She has already lost her free will; there was no need to torture her in order to glean information.
The only reason Cassandra's eyes were even open was not her own strength; no, it was Quinlan's absolute command that had forced her back into a cruel consciousness, just long enough to give him what he needed.
But now, with his departure, her survival rested in gentler hands.
