“Tell this council everything you told us,” Zane orders.
Bailey groans as she tries to move from her position on the floor. She heaves and coughs, spitting out clots of blood. Her body aching from how much beating she has endured.
“I-I…” Bailey slips and crashes to the floor as her stomach cramps.
“Get up, or do you want him to get you up?” Zane’s voice sends ripples of chills along her spine, her muscles tense, giving her the faux strength she needs.
Astrid's heart bleeds as she watches Bailey struggle for her life. Her eyes lick up every detail of her battered body, the gash on her thighs and the bluish-purplish bruise on her feet and back.
She looks at Zane whose eyes are fixed on Bailey. She growls lowly as her eyes glaze with intense dislike. She tugs at the restraint again, hop
