SORINSorin looked up as Cyrus entered the room“How'd it go?” He asked peevishly. Cyrus knew how he felt about this scheme. It wasn't going to work. And in the meantime they were making this poor girl go through lashings on their behalf? It was despicable. “Strange. It went strangely,” his brother replied. Whatever that meant.“What do you want, Cy?” Sorin sighed. He wasn't in the mood for his brother's machinations. He was busy packing up to leave this horrible place.“I need you to take care of something for me,” Cyrus said. Sorin didn't like the sound of that.“And what would that be?” He asked.“I need you to go to the dungeons and bandage the girl,” he replied. The girl. That's all Cyrus called her. Not her name but the girl. Sorin realized belatedly that he didn't actually know her name. The thought gave him an unpleasant twist in his stomach.“Why can't you?” He asked and went back to packing.“I tried and she did this,” Cyrus turned his cheek and Sorin saw three delicate scr
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