Chapter 94

• The ride back to the palace was almost unbearable. The biting wind blew her hair back as he rode as hard as he could towards the camp. Perhaps he wanted to distance himself as far as he could from that scene as she did. He couldn’t run from what he’d done.
• Every time she closed her eyes, she saw blood. Deep down, she didn’t feel the slightest bit bad for the men. They tortured her for fun and seemed to love every minute of it. One even appeared to get off on it, perhaps they both did in the most sick and twisted way.
• She was so sure she was about to die at their hands, she couldn’t help but wonder how many other women they had killed before her. Did they do it for fun? She wouldn’t doubt it if someone uncovered all the bodies they hid six feet under around their cabin. There was just no way she was their first victim. They seemed too familiar with it, too sure of themselves to get away with it. They almost did.