Lucian's POV
The entire place had been vacated of anyone's presence. Just us.
Every trace of what had happened here a few weeks before on this same ground—how we punished those bastards who had ever laid hands on her or even looked at her—was erased, as if nothing had ever happened.
Those bastards Luis and Paul, and everyone who participated in torturing her—their souls must be crying, wondering why they ever did it.
This prison, the very place where her torment began… we had to bring her here. I wasn't in favor of it, but I had to give it a chance, hoping it would bring some peace and healing to her by making her face her fear and pain.
Roman continued walking, holding her hand, while she kept her head lowered, unable to protest anymore. Walking behind them, I felt the urge to just pull her back to me and whisk her away from here.
"Don't even think about it." A voice came from behind me—Rafe.
He seemed to have already seen through my thoughts.
