Chapter 57
Victoria sank to the cold stones, settling back on her heels. She was more lightheaded and dizzy than she wanted to admit. The slice across her forearm had settled into a dull ache as long as she didn’t move it, and the bleeding seemed to have stopped.
She wasn’t willing to turn her arm over and expose the wound to make sure.
She focused on the man in front of her.
Beckits.
One of Michael’s worst tormentors, and surely the demon of many other prisoners’ nightmares, and likely many outside Fodelson Prison as well. His nose was pushed to one side, and that and his distorted mouth were bloodier than she was.
Air still oozed in and out, for as long as she cared to let it.
With pain from her arm and almost everywhere else, distraction of the approaching carriage, and slow spin
