Kaelen’s POV
I took a staggered step forward, gaze roaming George’s kneeling figure. Bound by his feet and wrists with chains, he raised his head. He looked nothing like the person he was a couple of days ago.
Cuts, bruises, scattered all over his body. His clothes torn, barely covering him up. “Let him go.” I stared at the guards who looked past me.
I spun around to Cassien. He leaned on his desk, arms crossed. “What would it take to let him go?”
“You’re ready to bet on anything to let him go?” he said, his tone flat.
I glanced over my shoulder at George. His skin was dry, his figure thin and his eyes so devoid of anything, it made me self-conscious. Something was wrong and he must know what it was.
“What do you want, Cassien?” I asked.
He scoffed but there was no expression on his
