Leona "You bitch!" roared the rogue whose nose I'd just broken, lunging and tearing the camisole from my shoulder. "Her skin's so soft. Let's see how it feels," another hissed, reaching for me. I flinched away. "Screw you," I spat. A third laughed, showing rotten teeth. "Wrong, sweetheart. It's you getting screwed tonight." They lunged as one. One fisted my hair and wrenched until my skull caught fire; two seized my legs; the fourth reached for his belt. I thrashed against the ropes, sweat sheeting down my spine as the drug roared through me — but I would die before I let them have me. I was born a fighter, and if this was where it ended, I'd end it clawing. I bit, I kicked, I screamed curses into their rotten faces. "Hold her sti—" The word never finished. A piercing scream tore through the air, and I smiled through bloody teeth. Rose. The next instant the door blew off its hinges. Stellan filled the doorway, Garrison and a wall of warriors behind him — and, to my s
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