ce. Her gaze locked onto the tremblin

d, crossing her arms over her chest. Her t

broken bone spike again.

d erupted from the ground, slamming into Riona and shoving her back sev

hat in the face of such profound, visceral trauma, any verbal explanation from the mouth of an abuser was just another form of torture. To discuss his fertility, or lack thereof, right now would only serve as the ultimate humiliation. Silence and definitive action we

ed, slapping at her arms. He

ced back at the cave entrance. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she dispelled the wind wall. "Take your brother's weapon and go," Jayla commanded coldly, her voice echoing out to the stunned girl

hold, Jordi stopped struggling. H

space sat an enormous, king-sized leather bed, complete with fluffy pillows. Embedded in the ceiling we

onto the bed. Jordi let out a gru

onto the pristine white sheets. A stark, b

, trying to hide his filthy, bleeding body from the clean sheets.

nd reached for the stiff, dirty animal skin drape

scream. It wasn't a sound of pain; it was a sound of pure, unadult

r panic. He shoved Jayla away with both

ack hitting the stone wall. Sh

ambled away, wedging himself into a narrow crevice in the rock wall at t

d. His body shook violently. "Don't touch me... please don't t

s and the trembling figure in the crack of the wall. The frustrat

sychological wound. Efficiency and force didn't work here. To a victi

ing; it was about healing. And healing

e step back, putting more distance between her