Arabella pressed her forehead against the metal door for a second to cry the weight that clung to her shoulders out, but Zarah had different plans, interlacing her fingers into the young woman's hair to yank her head up, forcing her to look through that small window.
Inside the isolated cell where Silas' feet were maintained inches off the ground by nothing other than thick, silver hooks.
"I said open your eyes and look, whore!" the old hag grunted through tightened jaws as though spitting venom, "I heard that once upon a time, this man… Well, this blood sucker was a great warrior, that he made generals rethink their strategies as soon as word of his involvement reached their ears. He decimated entire battalions on his own in daytime! Daytime! A time when our kind is supposed to be at our peak! And yet… Behold what he's become today! Behold what you have done to him!"
