Chapter 637
- Right now, the Arbiter hung shackled to a metal frame, wrists and ankles spread and fixed, suspended in a pose meant to humiliate.
- Since last time—when Twilight once again defied the Son’s scheme—she’d been treated like livestock, locked up, penned in, kept like property.
- She lifted her scar-laced face. Beneath the ruin, you could still trace what used to be breathtaking beauty.