I recalled the day I was sold as a slave to Lucas. He took me to the shed out back, where I was tortured for what seemed like days. How could I forget such a thing?
I bent my head low while responding. "Of course I do. But I don't see how that has anything to do with this."
Brigit let go of my arms, bringing her own across her chest. "Jenna and I could hear your screams. Every single one. We heard Master's laughter, your cries for him to stop, everything." She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. "Don't you think we wanted to come and save you too? If we would have interfered, tried to help you, anything, you would have been much worse off. Instead of your one marking, you would've had countless."
She eyed my burned and scarred arm with sadness, and I unintentionally cradled m
