A few hours later, Sebastian returned. He gazed over Lila's broken form with a predatory glint in his eyes. “You know,” he said, a smirk spreading across his features, “I can’t be sure Dominic felt the pain I inflicted upon you. And honestly, I don’t have any qualms with you. My problems are with Dominic. So, unfortunately for you, I need to ensure my point gets across in the only way I know will affect him.”
He snapped his fingers, and two guards entered the room, their expressions cold and impassive. They picked Lila up as though she weighed nothing. She tried to protest, struggling against their hold, but her resistance was futile. She was no match for their strength. Soon, she found herself in another room, dimly lit and reeking of cruelty. In the center of the room stood a St. Andrew
