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"Careful." Mila walked in beside Sienna. Perry and Xander followed behind, keeping an eye out for the guards.
The room was dimly lit by the flicker of flames in a stone fireplace and torches in brackets around the walls. Rushes covered the floor by the table, dark with blood.
Sienna walked to the man's head. With a shaking hand, she gently pulled back the hair around his face. Her hand flew to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes as she saw his features. His eyes were shut and swollen from a beating, his lips cracked and bleeding, but it was her father.
"Dad," she whispered, kneeling next to him, her fingers brushing his temple. His body must be a mass of agony, and yet somehow he still lived.
The man's eyes flickered open, a piercing blue, and when he saw her a flash of recognit
