Teresa
I’d lost count of how many strokes of the whip across my back when Oris commanded his men to lift me and hang my hand on either sides.
Pain shot through my back and limbs from the slashes of the guard’s strokes, and I kept my mouth shut.
I couldn’t throw Hannah under the bus. She’d done too much to deserve that kind of payment.
“You still won’t tell me who’s helping you?” He snarled, then leaned forward until his face was inches away from mine.
“Do you really think the person you’re protecting cares about you? Do you think he’s worth it?”
I didn’t reply to him, not because I didn’t have anything to tell him, but because I was too tired.
After all, I’d tried to convince him that there was nobody at all, and yet he insisted.
The matter couldn’t be helped, and throwing Ha
