NELISSA’S POV
It has taken a lot for me not to leave my hiding place. It has taken a whole lot for me not to draw my sword and launch an attack on Cedric.
I have been standing on the same spot for over thirty minutes, watching the exchange and all I feel is great disgust towards a man whom I tried so hard to make him see me. He didn't deserve it. Not now, not ever.
Cedric asks one of his warriors to whip one of the men whose name I later got to realize was Ashker, with a chainmail. My fists clench as the man draws close in anticipation and when he lifts it up and tears through his skin, a sickening feeling surges through my body, weakening my knees. Bile rises in my throat. Cedric smiling sickens me to the core. How does he find any of this interesting? Hell, how does he think this is g
