Jax's POV
The chains were cutting into the wrists by which I was hanging upside down from the ceiling beam. The air I took in tore at the cuts on my back, but I kept my eyes open. The room stank of dried blood and wet cement. Elias moved back and forth in front of me as the head elder of the council was sitting in a chair, observing all this with great interest from the corner of the room. Yet another stroke fell on my back. I knew my skin had been ripped, but I did not say anything.
"Tell us about your rogues," demanded Elias, coming even closer to me. "It was you who brought them here to create trouble for the council."
I looked up at him, raising my head just enough for him to notice me. "I did not do this. You may continue to beat me with your whip, but there is no change in my posi
