Joanne’s POV
The soldier’s pained scream was the only thing that could be heard before James muffled the sound. My eyes were glued to his hand, which was crushed beneath Aldexander’s boot. The fury rolled off him in waves, and nobody dared to speak a word.
“If anyone dares to touch her again, I’ll break more than just your hand,” Alexander roared, his eyes so dark that they were nearly black.
Everybody, even James, remained silent, but fear was evident on their faces.
He lifted his foot off the soldier’s hand; he whimpered in pain. It was clear that his hand was shattered entirely; most likely, each of his fingers as well. They were all pointing in every which way, none of which was natural.
I grimaced at the sight.
“Take him to the medical tent,” Alexander murmured to James. “H
