By the time we got to the Keep, the morning had rolled into the late afternoon. And I saw Rowan walking out. He had a smile on his face and a knowing look in his eyes. I groaned, wishing I had come in a bit later. I stopped in front of him, and his smile only widened.
"You know, you went all out," he began, and I frowned.
"I wonder what she did to deserve such treatment. The torture…"
"How is she?" I interrupted, and he sighed.
"It's not like it matters to you. And why torture her then heal her?"
"That has to be another torture itself." He continued.
"To hurt her like that and heal her so you can simply start afresh. It's like she is a new toy, to play, toil, and torture till nothing is left of her. But you want to keep her okay so she can last very long."
"Very clever and dark…" He
