CHAPTER 43
Rory came to, wincing from the sharp pains in her shoulder. She was being jolted around, and it was agony. As she looked around her, she saw she was being carried by a Varanguard. They were walking out into the cavern where Rory had been kept prisoner.
“What happened?” Rory asked weakly, flinching as her shoulder got jounced again.
“Lady Martha ordered me to bring you here. Doctor Howshinger will tend to your wounds,” answered the woman.
“Lady Martha, she’s here?”
The Varanguard gently placed Rory down on a chair that had obviously been brought down from the brothel above: it was upholstered in rich black velvet, but the fabric was torn and the stuffing showed through.
“Rory!” boomed Adelma. She sat on a stool, covered with blood. Judging from the ugly wounds at her arm an
