Chained to the wall—bloodied and beaten and broken, yet still recognizable—is Damon.
A storm of sensations, feelings, emotions smash into each other as I gape at him.
“What do you think?” Gavril goes over to lean casually on the wall beside Damon. “He looks betterlike this, wouldn’t you say?”
“I … I …” A wave of revulsion comes over me, and I turn away. “Is he still …”
“Of course.” Gavril gives him a nudge with one toe and a horrific crackling noise comes out ofDamon’s mouth. “Wouldn’t let him get out of pain that easily.”
When I don’t say anything, he continues, “Besides, I wanted him to be alive so if you wanted to haveyour turn …”
“Have my turn?” My voice goes shrill. “Gavril, what do you take me for?”
Gavril strides over in front of me. His brows are l
