Chapter 92: Devoured By Darkness
Pain was the only thing Lirian knew.
It had settled deep into her bones, wrapping around her like a second skin.
She was laying on the cold stone floor, her body battered heap, her breath too shallow.
The scent of blood—her blood—covered everything, mixing with the sickly-sweet burn of incense.
Her outfit was in tatters, soaked through with sweat and crimson, clinging to her like a shroud.
Her arms felt too heavy to lift, her back was torn raw from the repeated lashes.
And yet, she had not given them what they wanted.
She had not broken.
Not yet.
Gabriel…
She forced herself to focus on his name, to picture his face.
The way he always stood in front of her, protecting her.
The way his voice calmed her when the world spun out of control.
Where was he?
Would he come?
The door opened, cutting through her fevered thoughts.