I gasp in shock as cold water trickles down my face. My wrists are sore and my cheek throbs with a menacing ache. I glare over at Samuel, who inspects the cup that once had water in it. He tosses it to the ground and saunters over, reaching out and turning my face as he looks over my mangled face.
"You broke your oath, Ali.” He tuts, pushing my face away, and steps back.
He runs a hand through his graying blond hair and heaves a heavy sigh when I don’t respond. Then he moves to the cell door. peeking out to look for someone.
“Serge. Bring it here.”
The warrior from earlier walks in, looking rough. His nose has a white strip over it and both eyes are bruised. Though he is already healing, I take pleasure in knowing I did a thorough job. He scowls at me as he produces a brown wooden box,
