Tessa
George, my sister's murderer, hangs from chains bolted into the ceiling, wrists shackled above his head, ankles barely touching the ground.
His face is swollen, one eye nearly sealed shut, lips split and dark with dried blood, bruises blooming across his ribs.
When Kael dragged George in last night, Renric had ordered him to keep George comfortable. I should have known this was what he meant.
It is still surprising that Renric reacted the way he did. He has been distanced towards me ever since I arrived and yet flared up. Perhaps all this is just about his ego, his so-called bride-to-be beaten by a mere alpha’s heir and he wants to show superiority.
Regardless, the sweetest part of all these is that I am standing right before George, satisfaction booming inside of me, my arms fo
