“You have no right to touch our Luna in such a way!” the warrior protested, furious at the way Merrow handled Lyra.
Lyra wondered where the bravado had been when Darius mistreated her for years, using her as nothing more than a pawn he intended to force to bear his children. The slight appreciation she felt for his indignation was drowned out entirely by hopelessness. There was no escape in sight, and she would be bound to whatever choice Merrow made for her.
Merrow regarded the warrior with mild interest as if he were a strange species of bird that had flown too close. “Be happy your Luna is still breathing.”
“She’s sacred!” he continued in protest, earning more physical abuse from their captors.
Merrow smiled thinly, turning back to Lyra with a predatory glint in his eyes, “Sacred
