Anthony was in the room, utterly depleted from Samuel's brutal methods, while Evelyn and Miles endured a similar, yet less severe, torment in the adjacent room.
The room was thick with the sharp, metallic scent of silver and blood, cutting through the stale air. Anthony and Miles sat motionless in different rooms, their faces pale and drawn. It was clear that neither had eaten nor drunk anything recently; even the thought of food would have turned their stomachs. Whatever ordeal they had endured left them unable to swallow more than their anxiety and exhaustion, their bodies too unsettled to accept nourishment.
Samuel left the room again and locked the door behind him, pausing to notice Evelyn wiping her hands on her shirt. He gave a curt nod to the rogues stationed outside, instructin
