Quinlan came across the cell toward her through the wreckage he'd made of the room, and the closer look did nothing kind to the weight already sitting in his chest.
The big bad Black Fang, the woman who'd looked almighty even drenched head to toe in enemy blood, hung cracked open on the wall with her veins gone black beneath unhealthy skin.
He had watched her wade through battlefields and make slaughter look effortless, and for the first time, she looked like she'd lost.
'No.'
Quinlan understood within just a few moments of staring into her deep purple eyes that were gazing directly back at him.
'What am I even saying? This woman...'
Even chained and starving, fighting the most uphill battle of her life...
'She won.'
Everything they'd done to her in here had bought them her body, not one inch of what still burned behind her eyes.
The dungeon had been winning the war for her flesh, perhaps... Even that wasn't certain, watching the crumbled dwarf corpse behind her.
