Columba looked between Adept and daughter, their exchange of glance inscrutable.
He stood before them, having been fed, bathed, and given back his possessions, and then joined by Samshad Woodwright, who had also been brought up from the dungeons of Stonevale.
He didn"t understand the change but felt relieved, not wanting further persecution and t*****e. The Adept daughter had inflicted excruciating imaginary pain, and he could still feel the burn of her lashes, despite his skin"s being unblemished. Further, he had felt her pure delight and mounting ecstasy as she"d applied ever more painful techniques.
Without his sword, he"d lain helpless to her t*****e.
His sword back in hand, Columba itched to use it, to inflict upon his captors a measure of what they"d inflicted upon him.
A chande
