>>Enya
My boots scraped uselessly against the polished stone floor as I was dragged like a ragdoll across the room. My vision blurred, half from the tears stinging my eyes, half from the blood running freely down from my nose. The copper taste of it pooled in my mouth. Every jolt of my body sent a throb of pain up my spine.
Emrys's fingers were still knotted in my hair, yanking my head back as he moved. His grip was merciless—he wanted it to hurt.
"Let go," I hissed, voice ragged, though I knew better than to expect mercy.
He slammed me forward and I stumbled, crashing to my knees on the cold floor in front of the massive bed. My palms hit the ground to break my fall, but my pride shattered more than anything else.
"There," Emrys spat, his voice loud and sharp, cutting through the stillness of the chamber. "I found the little rat halfway to the stables, cloak stuffed with gold. The vault key was still in her pocket."
Liar.
The silence that followed was deafening.
